Jackie back from beyond the grave.

Perfectly preserved as a popsicle.

The more Ella Purnell tho, the merrier.
"This place smells like Chronic"

"Chronic"
"How do you get an Art Major off your porch?
Pay for the pizza"
Shauna, I know u wasn't out there posing for Adam like Rose in Titanic. Having him paint u like one of his French girls
Rock out to some Papa Roach in the minivan after fukking your wife in her dead lover's art studio, brehs.
Eat your frozen, dead best friend's ear, cannibrehettes
