"What fandoms am I in that have adults I'm comfortable with sexualizing?" is going into the silly micah quotes book

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"What fandoms am I in that have adults I'm comfortable with sexualizing?" is going into the silly micah quotes book
Also am I a dickhead if I want to stop hearing people's complaints
I am laughing so hard. I love you both.
ouat-upon-a-coconut replied to your post “He can’t play Harry cause Eye Color. She can’t play Claire cause Eye...”
DOMINANT INHERITANCE IS A THING ARGLE BARGLE
LET ME HAVE MY GENETIC ANALYSIS DAMN YOU WOMAN
scapeartistsviewoutback replied to your post “He can’t play Harry cause Eye Color. She can’t play Claire cause Eye...”
And obviously color contacts don't exist. ��
☂☯
☂ - the last thing my muse bought
Sex Wax
☯ - the three things my muse has most recently lied about
“Yes, those are golden contact lenses”
“That Katana is just decoration”
“No officer, I didn’t notice the speed limit.”
Oh my god I am sitting next to the exact same group of ASL girls from this morning
I just fell half asleep when talking with a customer on the phone. Surprisingly, he was very happy by the end of the call.
That's repetition for you.
Every single time I'm on the phone with my mother. It's the same conversation.
Yep. Ok. Alright, Ok. Alright. Yes. I will. Yep. Ok. Alright. Ok. Alright. Yes I will. Yep. Ok. Alright. Ok. Alright. Yes I will. Ok. Ok. Alright Yes. Ok. Yes. I love you too. Bye
Afterschool
Mom: how was school
Me: okay
Mom: Learn anything?
Me: apparently not because I have to go back tomorrow.
Mom: (points to backpack) what's in there? Books?
Me: No mom, it's full of drugs *under breath* filthy Peasent.
Mom: what did you say.
Me: nothing bye.