gotwood
Nike+ data vizualization, developed by YesYesNo.
When I was about 12-years-old, I seriously, hand raised, fit an entire pouch of Big League Chew and a whole roll of Bubble Tape in my mouth at the same time. I got in about 3 solid chews before the windpipe blockage caused an acute claustrophobic freak-out, whereupon I ripped out the disgusting human heart-sized blob and held it up triumphantly like Mola Ram in Temple of Doom.
Just because I look like a 49er.
Doesn’t mean my swagger isn’t on a hundred.
“I wrote a suicide note. … You did? … Yeah, right after I regained conciousness.”
