trip to libya with irene anyone?
i’m going paragliding tomorrow. anyone wanna join? after doing to the calculations, if we start at 12:53:03 AM sunday morning on the very top of the empire state building facing north, we will end up in Libya at approximately 4:39:16 AM tuesday morning. with irene’s godlike strength we would have enough fuel to last us the trip. i highly recommend taking a few bowl hits before hand to complement the feeling of freedom. when we get to Libya, we will seperate where i will go hide in a fallout shelter while you most likely will be…shot.
Next time you tell a joke and no one laughs, say:
“I guess that joke was a lot like sex. I get it and you don’t”
(Source: most-awkward-moments)
At least she doesn’t have to bend down.
My Heart Is Still Beating
I’ve been in Lebanon for the past month and a half and I think that I’m ready to come back to the big apple. But first I wanna say that I had the most remarkable and life changing experiences while I was here. For instance I learned how to ride a motorcycle into a tree, how to videotape a cousin shit his pants, roll cone joints, how to smoke a cigarette with my foot, how long it takes to kiss an Arab (about a couple years. she has to KNOW you before hand), how to kidnap someone, how to react to a bombing (idk if you know but french UN peacekeepers were attacked by a bomb while I was here), how to shoot a gun, how to shit on your neighbors doorknob, and how to tie a camera to a string and lower it from the roof into someones window. There was a lot more I learned but those are a little more personal. I love you Lebanon and I’m going to miss you A LOT. Happy Ramadan all my muslim brothers and sisters and until next time ma’a as-salaama bitches!
A-Trak. The prodigy.
