when u rompin around with ya pot
when u romp too hard and get ya head stuck in the pot
when ya hubris is ya downfall and there is no release
its really such an indescribable headspace going on long roadtrips in america (but not taking the scenic highways just using the interstates) like the road looks the same for hours. maybe you start driving into the mountains or you’re going out west and you go from plains to mountains to desert, but for the most part it just looks like trees and two stretches of asphalt for as far as you can see. you pull off at an exit to get something to eat or to get gas and it looks the same as every interstate exit you’ve ever been to. the stores might be different, maybe theres a burger king here where there was a mcdonalds at the last one. maybe its a different gas station chain. there’s a few strip malls but no two have the exact same stores. but it’s all the same. it all feels the same. there is no true sensory indication of where you are. you are both nowhere and anywhere.
this is 500% true
labradoodles are nice and all but combining the food obsession of a lab with the intelligence of a poodle creates the ultimate stealth unit whose sole mission in life is to get into the pantry and Eliminate All Bread
I’m detecting multiple stories behind this post
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