you ever just first night out, gorilla press through the table, FUCKING misses the table. Dumps me on the concrete fucking ground. Tilts my fucking pelvis, fucks me up FORRR weeks. Now it’s at the point where I walk up to him and I go “you can’t tell me you didn’t do that on purpose, because you’ve done it so many times now. You either tell me right now that you’re dumb as fuck, and you SUCK, or you did it on purpose”.









