Yo, what’s good fam?! It’s ya boi Cody Nuggzman, AKA Yung Cod, AKA Yung Nuggz, AKA Yung Cody Nuggz.
I came to India to find myself. Unfortunately I currently find myself being eaten by tiger.
Here’s 3 things they don’t tell you ‘bout when you gettin’ fucked up by a tiger.
#1. When they say “no regrets,” what they really mean is “no regrets except if you get ate.”
I wanted a tour of the jungle.
So I stole a Jeep and snuck in.
Total alpha move.
Why would I pay some dude to drive me around in a jeep if I already know how to drive a damn jeep?
There goes my arm.
Yo, there’s hella blood on the ground. Like seven Monster Energys worth.
There was this one time I snorted hella molly with this candy raver at EDC and we hoverboarded around talkin’ bout Tower 7.
Wait, why did I just think about that?
Oh shit, MY LIFE IS FLASHING BEFORE MY EYES.
#2. Your life hella flashes before your eyes.
I guess that’s a thing that happens.
These memories are tight but I low-key can’t concentrate with a 600lb. furry chainsaw munchin’ my skull like a Cheesy Gordita Crunch.
Wait, am I nothing more than hella memories from my past until I die?
#3. You’re basically hella memories until you die.
Like that one time I went viral on IG for blowing kush rings. 30,000 views, bruh.
Shooting the potato gun at the interstate.
It feels like I’m on fire.
Almost seeing Drake at the Rosemont Horizon.
Steve - keep my Facebook wall open. You know Yung Cod’s gonna be scrolling from heaven.
This is so unchi-