You’re a ghost driving a meat-coated skeleton made from stardust, riding a rock, hurtling through space. Fear nothing. Posted on2 days ago2 days ago
It’s weird when you realize that what you thought was rock bottom was actually somewhere around rock middle. Posted on7 days ago
The ’90s were a time of blissful ignorance where we expected rock stars to sleep with groupies. Posted on1 week ago
Acceptance truly begins when you ask Alexa to play classic rock and she plays a song that came out when you were in high school. Posted on1 week ago
I don’t understand the desire to rock climb. We have stairs for that now. Problem solved. Posted on1 week ago
You look like the kind of person who would hit rock bottom and then start drilling. Posted on1 week ago