On 11/11/11, I was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital. Ellis McLane was pronounced dead, as well. I’m still here. Ellis is not. They say life isn’t fair. Apparently that doesn’t stop when life does. I have nothing but good memories of him keepig me focused on being the best Harry that I could be. I can’t stop missing you, accontabilibuddy. So here’s to a real nigga who didn’t give a fuck about what anybody thought about him. Here’s to my best friend. I love you, you queer. Sleep easy.
My friend Clay has a two-year-old daughter who was accidentally conceived due to a faulty condom.
It was a Durex.
He was 17.
Happy Father’s Day, yo.
"Oh, Harold, I would just be honored if you would allow me to be your Kumar. Lol get it?"
I didn’t say it was the most original.
Still, it was pretty badass.
It’s funny how worth it we, as men, trick ourselves into thinking the act of sex is despite the outrageous amount of fucked up (pun intended) dramatics that ensue. It sometimes seems almost not worth it, but then, it’s so freaking worth it.
I am a pothead. Learn the difference, and I might listen to a word you’re saying.
Turn on, tune in, drop out.