I used to scoff at the cliche, what with having an imagination that I used to believe warranted self-sectioning; until I realised it was just my GIGANTIC IQ seeing OPPORTUNITY and shit.
But now...now I kind of think it probably is. I'm sure Vaughn works a 9-5 like Dolly Parton, but if we're disputing truth > fiction as it relates to level of strange, I'm siding with truth negroes.
It's hilarious because Amsterdam literally has the worst drugs in the world. I bought two (2) grams of something that is traditionally marketed to be very different in effect, to what happened when I snorted a single line of my 50 euro / gram Ambien. I woke up 2 days later, very refreshed. And then caught my flight out of that filthy hole which seems to only have one thing going for it, and I'm not talking about the heinously unfuckable filth attempting to seduce you through mirrors (seriously have these niggers never heard of Eastern Europe?).
It's flat. Which I like because hills are sfstupid. But aside from that single redeemable feature, I'd level the fucking place.
I liked the gratuitous phallic symbols everywhere.
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