Catapulted conversations of chaotic & overtired and derivatively driven men of audaciously inexpressive hilarity- a fighting-fit fist that captures the gist of a flurried, worried.. and wanderlust chest

These behemoth “boxers” are barking mad imbeciles of a most accepting kind and about to mothereffing BLIND HIS EYES right out —-

And to the point of irretrievable angst and lessons learnt in voluntary UNDERSTANDING— nothing bland but for the beers that carry fearless tears with them