Ah, yes, the archetypical 33-year-old ex-friend who travels everywhere with his guitar so he can sing Sublime songs aloud and rides a unicycle and car surfs and bleaches his hair and then dyes it black again immediately thereafter and then puts on black shorts with pink stripes before jumping onto your windshield and breaking it because he’s a fucking asshole who wears vests with hoods that are decorated with neon airplane schematics.
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