I have very few friends in life…and one of them happens to be The Cobrasnake. We’ve been homies since the 2006s and he’s gone onto travelling the world, hanging out and having sex with some amazing looking young models, making billions of dollars doing it, being the documentarian of the hipster movement…and I’ve never left my soiled, ripped, disgusting couch that smells like my wife took a shit on it, because either she did- or the person who had it before I found it in a dumpster died on it…making fun of the girls he’s friends with…and takes pictures of…
You know calling them out for being fame whores, or groupie sluts and their try hard and trying to make it hustle…that seems forced and as Authentic as Urban Outfitters products marketed to them..…but I’ve matured as a hater and I don’t hate anymore. I’m so out of touch and appreciate all girls…especially Sahara Ray even if she ignores me, because she’s got great fucking tits…and sometimes great tits are enough…and sometimes seeing her jumping around with her friends in panties…reminds me of that love…so I can’t hate…