i stumble down the harbor to the tavern on the square
and heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
from some foul inebriates
the men i used to call my mates
were lost in song and this is what they sang—they sang:

"hey, hi, yo, ho
o'er the atlantic we go
drinking 'til we all get sick
and comin' up with limericks
but we never quite remember how they end"

Tried to call SHS and get an appointment but they were booked for the day

Tomorrow perhaps I’ll have more luck

butts 

hey but like no really

keep asking me shit

do it

it’ll be funny i swaer pretty sure

also i am trying to explain the attraction to butts to Jenna

so have a screenshot of m,y attempts thu far: