Nee Willie zat in de KFC, STATEMENTS had een nieuwe presentator nodig toen hadden ze hem bij de KFC met stoel tafel en al terwijl hij nog Kip aan het eten was in een vrachtwagen gestopt en hebben ze hem bij de Slam studio naar buiten geflikkerd! En op deze manier heeft de KFC zijn aandeel in STATEMENTS gebracht!

Hahaha ja mooi, dacht ik ook al

Hij is al gemaakt :)

Want to play a game called "Describe the High While High"? u/puheenix15d I've been contemplating this for years, and wonder what others experience in the way of this. I'm a daily toker. I'd say I use cannabis every day because there's something new to see about the high every day. There's a slightly different high-resolution experience of today whenever I'm witnessing from the Stone Seat on the Mountain's Peak, as they say. It's like I get a subtler peek at the Separate Self Sense's little System of Rules that compel behavior along a similar curve throughout "waking" existence (if one can call it that -- I'm barely drifting on autopilot through each meeting and PDF I'm getting wasted in. I have gilded guild-guilt about that. I never toke until at least about 3 P.M. All morning I am victim; in the evening, I'm just in a pinch -- that is, I can steel my nerve and sink my teeth in every 8-or-so P.M. til I feel the very Universe flinch. I can go on my trips. But I still know I'm a slave again at 10 A.M. I've been feeling guilty, of late, for taking daily doses of ganja just to be okay with this song-and-dance stuff with the fucking economy, and my paltry part of it, wasting us all so; I'm sorry, truly sorry, to be scoffing at the wisdom of banking and saving and building -- but what's become of beauty? Of the wisdom of beauty? What's become of vision? True vision? I mean, look at this system. Look at it grow. Look at the schedule. Your schedule. If you're looking for a schism, THAT's your schism. It's DRIVEL. I know I sound scurrilous as a motherfucking knave, but the entire thing's dependent on renting you wholesale away from your mission! But this entire human history is our generation's to save (and it has always been that way. The human beehive is a developing way of life; we are intelligence itself on autopilot. We are this way.) I came here to ask if anyone else feels they have a whole different side to them that blossoms on the high that they, in particular, have. Do you? Let's hear from you after you do a dab. What is this high when it's cast its spell on you? And who are you, camper, more importantly, whenever you are you? Let's hear that too. Let fly. Here's my attempt to unzip my rainfly: I can hear my apology when I keep silent. Why? This presses in on me when I'm high. That I insist on perfect is my ownly imperfection, and it blends into my mess-ups and it's friends first, and I'm second. It's a rambling reprieve, to be this high as I am nigh to me. I mean, still climbing. I toked as I tipped off the first little legible part of this post-- and now I'm in a dream -- do you ever go to a level you can't possibly believe even happened, once you've had your coffee the next morning? Does it scare you? Are you ever afraid you'll turn evil or stupid, or just terrible? Like, start thinking about gerbils and become a secret clairvoyant for the government or something? I get scared I'll get lost out there on the foamy crest of the high. This is especially what it's like when I get really good at things. And sometimes, when nobody's looking, I just am really good at things. Like Miles in Into the Spiderverse. My power is limitless, involuntary, and unscheduled. I'm really especially good at things when I am stuck in a simplified system of thinking, and my limits are tightly conditioned -- it becomes a pressure-cooking system, and I pleasure in this piston-sinking bursting that becomes a thrumming engine. What I most enjoy about living this urgent insistence is that I listen. It echoes within. I get this conniption fit in my legs that won't quit, and so I vibrate and I like it. It's fucking intense. I wrote this to be read out loud, even though I wrote it alone in silence and felt, to the core, avowed of it. This is my sorry-I'm-proud. Hopefully, the sound of it doesn't score a gory chord in your worry, but produces a kind of sensing in-and-out more densely. I hope you listen and touch and feel and clench and freewheel and dim and black out -- I hope that everything happens now and now and now (and again) for you -- I hope you, so richly endowed, see in and see out. Feel in and feel out. Say your own soft little gospel to your own tonsils -- say it up in smoke I say; be so responsible, you croak. Be a boring old beatitrician if you have to; be believed in by a raucous spray of reproachless roaches on the plains, if it happens to you, making folkless goodness out of waste if you have to -- but be You, I beg you. Be a mote of indulgence in a new unbegrudging neurotype that don't need no advice, nor impressing, nor vice, nor take. You just simply vector your way over towards home plate. It makes hay while the sun shines. Life is living its life in the meantime. What did I say? I said "privy" when I meant to say, "savvy," and she heart me when she heard me right. What a night after night after night. I mean, really, why oh why does it matter why I oh I chatter on and on? I had to have her, so I deliberately flaunted all the (f)laws of attraction, and I had her. What if I desert me right after she learns I'm not Jesus or Mohinder or the Worst Ku Klux Klan Member? I and I, is all I am; I am THAT. I'm only raw tinder. There's nothing to me but the formless form of a man with a lowercase M. I am Mars and Jupiter and Saturn, all in a uniform scatter. I'm a particle of the past, in the sum total of the facts. Or I'm endless potential. Or. I'm the meeting of the not-two-but-one. I'm the Bothness. The Whoa. I'm the Fun. So what's so insolent about the awful reddit run? We'll edit up and check for puns. Let's let the faucet -- that so-effete, folly-faultfinding faucet, that immolating faucet -- so fuckingly flow as to fack with the fluttering flesh of your flattering tongue. Frack your own frontispiece, off with your frock, put a sock on the door and let's flow. Let the leverage unleash all your lethargy and leech into your effervescent dreams as if in effigy of everything you've ever fucking known. Just respond, each to each, in each moment you're shown, but with something of a teach, and something of a learn. What's to be born? "What a peach." Don't have scorn, just fucking go. Take a dab, a rip, a toke, and take a deep trip, and let me know whatch'see within, while you're still in the zone.

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Bram heeft een andere serie.

Willi + Bram sws

Echt nog nooit heeft iemand zo ontzettend goed mij de woorden uit de strot gehaald

Heb het zelfde

Bettie Boterham ikr, alles voor de follow. Prachtige serie tho.

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jan kooiman flikker op met je link naar die k*t video

Wass was hij te duur 😂😂

.. What do you think of my new song?

Ik kan niet eens meer kijken omdat Bram er niet is

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Niks mis met willie! Het enige probleem is dat iedereen hier te jong is om willie te kennen...

Glasbak ik denk dat dat wel meevalt

Glasbak jeugd van tegenwoordig 😍

@@tijs9049 idd

Kijk... ik snap je hier maar bram blijft gewoon droog en houd er wel goeie humor in, terwijl het allemaal vrij sirieuze onderwerpen zijn

m.A.A.dVillain goede pf man

Omdat dit een legend is op een ander gebied, namenlijk muziek. Bram is een legens op dit gebied, namenlijk presenteren

Volgende week ook Fernandez

Waarom zou je amber willen?

Mijn persoonlijke voorkeur gaat naar Bram maar heb absoluut geen haat op Willie. Hij is ook leuk op zijn manier en soms ook grappig en hij presenteert top

@@amorishoed9580 true ik heb ook wel liever bram maar het is niet dat ik nu stop met kijken

Enige *^ enigste is niet eens een Nederlands woord

Ik vindt Willie wel ook oke

Snapje

M ze willen happen naar de baas

mweh

Willie wartaal vind ik tof, maar dan had ik liever haar vervangt door willie en dan willie samen met bram als presentators

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Hansinator II zijn lach s juist grappig

@ ja goos

@ we zitten nu bij de generatie die willie wartaal niet meer kent

@@vincent5864 jesus ik voel me oud

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thommie101jow gast in 2019 heeft willie nog met de jeugd het volledige olympisch stadion uitverkocht. Ze gaan nog steeds zalig

Triss I echt gaar

Ja

Hebben ze echt de titel veranderd? Kaulo gaar man!!! Ze gunnen niet toch

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Ok doei

Wat denk je met deze reactie te bereiken? Het boeit ze precies niks of jij wel of niet kijkt

Issook

@@WillieWartaalwiwa wiwa je bent god

Glasbak scherven brengen geluk

Of naar goede muziek luisteren

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solluminati is fattoe😂

Ik moet ook mijn drugsverslaving betalen ga

Chocolade vla 078 ik mis zijn smerige snor en zijn grappen die veel te ver gingen 😭

Nee lol

Ze hebben Bram er uit geflikkert jammer

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Is het heel raar als ik willie leuker vind dan bram in statements? Bram in de buurt is goud, maar in deze serie vond ik hem wel minder man. Doe mij willie maar..

Tempelier_ jij die 1 keer josilvio zegt ipv Josylvio😰😰

Ik ook wel beetje hoor

@@WillieWartaalwiwa haha legend