Install Steam
login
|
language
简体中文 (Simplified Chinese)
繁體中文 (Traditional Chinese)
日本語 (Japanese)
한국어 (Korean)
ไทย (Thai)
Български (Bulgarian)
Čeština (Czech)
Dansk (Danish)
Deutsch (German)
Español - España (Spanish - Spain)
Español - Latinoamérica (Spanish - Latin America)
Ελληνικά (Greek)
Français (French)
Italiano (Italian)
Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
Magyar (Hungarian)
Nederlands (Dutch)
Norsk (Norwegian)
Polski (Polish)
Português (Portuguese - Portugal)
Português - Brasil (Portuguese - Brazil)
Română (Romanian)
Русский (Russian)
Suomi (Finnish)
Svenska (Swedish)
Türkçe (Turkish)
Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
Українська (Ukrainian)
Report a translation problem
Where there's a will there's a way
There's a way, there's always a way
For where there's a will there's a way
Where there's a road there's a wheel
Where there's a road there's a wheel
There's a wheel, there's always a wheel
For where there's a will there's a way
Carving a valley, building a chalet by
Rivers and mountains, lacking in certainty
Trying to get happy
Trying to get part of the
Innermost circle
No time to turn around now
Where there is water there's a craft
Where there is water there's a craft
There's a craft, there's always a craft
For where there's a will there's a way
Where there is air there's a plane
Where there is air there's a plane
There's a plane, there's always a plane
For where there's a will there's a way
I’m having serious withdrawal and I don’t know if I’ll make it to tomorrow. I’ve been trying to Worm and Floss enough to keep my body from rotting away, but it isn’t enough. Dare I dance the Take The L? Nay, that irony is too risky. It’s been 3 1/2 minutes and I can feel the cusp of death beginning to grasp at my mind.
The only shot I have is my JUUL but I only have 13 pods left. With each puff I feel myself dying a little more, but at least my clouds are fruity af. The sweet sensation with each hit dissipates in my mouth with the bitter taste of orange cream and lemon. How unfortunate that such a euphoria will soon be forgotten by this tongue.
My ears are ringing and my hands shake. My lip quivers and my body shivers. I can barely lift the JUUL to my mouth. Kidney failure is imminent and rigor mortis is setting in before my mind is gone.