Them: lol ordering a salad at a restaurant is so weak and girly
Me: *pillaging the salad bar like my Viking ancestors did the coasts of Europe centuries ago. walnuts are crushed between my teeth as the bones of my enemies, balsamic vinaigrette cascades like their blood. suddenly, a cucumber belch shakes the entire building; the stench of red onion surges forth like a conquering army, striking fear into the hearts of the weak*
Also me: (:




















