WHEWH I FORGOT ABOUT THE FLASHBACKS THAT'D come with rewatching some of these shows goddayum
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WHEWH I FORGOT ABOUT THE FLASHBACKS THAT'D come with rewatching some of these shows goddayum
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just had the most disgraceful solero of my life
the start was normal, first bite of lime was predictable, a great set up. until the next bite was also pure lime, and the next, and the next
i was about halfway into what was fast becoming a lime monopolised state of what should have been a harmonious union of vanilla and lime.
the vanilla finally hit and all was well in flavourtown.
then at the end, the final bite that can make or break any dish?
IT WENT BACK TO STRAIGHT UP LIME
anyways i am incredibly dissapointed and will be suing somebody for ruining my night like this
image of what its meant to be for reference ^
i fear that the mullet mistake will soon occur
the mistake being that I, get a mullet
like is it my patriotic duty? kinda. should i? absolutely not. (this is cause 🇦🇺 mullets usually look like dogshit)
WIll I?.... i really hope not
Scott made the mistake of asking for the pickle off Peter’s sandwich once because it actually kind of looked good for a change. Sadly, it was still nasty because Scott always has and always will hate pickles. But now, Peter always gives the pickle to Scott because he thinks he loves them and Scott eats it because it makes Peter happy. Peter won’t tell Scott that he loves pickles because he thinks he’s making his boyfriend happy by letting Scott eat it instead.
here you go (Turn the sound on btw)
I can't figure out this pickle's emotions.
My "dad" is such a fucking emotionally abusive pile of trash. Fucking, ass fuck just stood in the doorway by the stairs and said goodnight, then he fucking kept waving at me and repeating himself over and over even though I was obviously wearing head phones AND i was reading on my phone. Fucking child. I can't wait to get out of here. Then maybe my fucking mother will realize I'm not the fucking problem.
Thank GOD my mom is going out jesus fucking christ