Honestly, I don’t see how those 3 things are really even associated at all. I feel like step 1 has nothing to do with step 2 or 3 and vise versa. Your logic is off my friend and I suggest you sit down and think about what you really want out of life. Eat chicken wings, chug sweet tea and hail a cab. That’s just spitballing off the top of my head.
Someone tell Harvey Weinstein here to simmer down. Nobody wants to see your baby dick.
Thank God. Somebody’s got to run this city.
Yeah dude, obviously. We all love them. No reason to put it on a shirt. You don’t see me walking around in my “I love air” shirt. It’s a universally accepted thing.