Pulling it off

Folks, it's that time again. The time when I stress the eff out and fill in my visa application to stay in the UK.

But you know what? I'm playing it cool this time. How cool, you ask?

This fucking cool:



Rollin' down the street with my homesleeces, laid back as can be... just minding my own, the peaceable kingdom, mofos. OR...





Keeping a cool head while getting psyched up for a rumble. The old pancake makeup that Bernardo's wearing might be a bit much, but I'm all about those jazz hands. And SPEAKING of jazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzazzazzzzzzazzaz




Ah, sax playing turtle, you just sum it all up, don't you? Devil may care, playing your song down by the waterfront, singing the blues just because you can. The epitome of cool. You are my Yoda.


Welp, until next time, mates. Maybe catch you down at the pub for a game of pool?



Red ball, corner pocket, bitches!

Laters.