See what I mean?
I’m dead and it’s all my fault:
The way I figure it, Doug, why pay some quack shaman a bunch of cash just to sit out in the desert for a week when I can just put the barbecue in the shed and make my own sweat lodge right here? My spirit animal is probably a dragon or some shit, so no matter how crazy it gets in there, don’t open the door. Just let me work it out. Oh yeah? Well your spirit animal is probably a fag anyway.
