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A crazy trip through the brain of a G-villian where they get lost in their own thoughts and end up screaming into a pillow because they can’t figure out why they hate their mom.
I took a G-Ville Express and ended up crying in the school bathroom because I realized I still blame my mom for my bad hair.
My G-Ville Express was a 3-hour YouTube spiral about why the sky is blue and why people are so loud.
I went on a G-Ville Express and came back with a new hobby: arguing with my dog about the meaning of life.