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grimeclown

“hi welcome to mcdonalds what can i get for you?”

“yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?”

“absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?’

“uuuuuh hold on”

*fishes something out of my pocket*

“mikey what do i do?”

“get the fries. youll need the energy in the coming days”

*stuffs it back in my pocket*

“uhh yes please the meal would be great”

gheorghiu-dej

biscotti-5

What Was The Image

grimeclown

thats between me and the holy fucking ghost

#this post was like strolling through a childhood neighborhood and finding out your old house has been bulldozed to the ground #God in heaven #RIP in peace #text #k

churroach

I need season 2 NOW

#same tbh #video #yeh #Dungeon Meshi #de animu

victini

You can control white people by giving them cheese

0ndo

cheese is so good tho

victini

I got one

#still good #still true #lol #k #text

spaghettinero

#Its so good to know that even after all these years my sense of humor is still the same #video #lol #k

memewhore

#video #lol #k

c-3pno

i bet you guys thought i was done with these

(more uncharted taunt videos)

#video

wizardarchetypes

silliest thing about my body is that I regularly experience precordial catch syndrome, which is basically the medical term for an extremely painful "twinge" in your chest cartilage that's not medically significant & which we can't really explain.

anyway, mine falls in the extreme in that the "twinges" can last several minutes and they range anywhere from "agh, minor inconvenience, I just need to sit still for a moment" to "this is the worst pain I've ever experienced in my entire life, the ethical thing to do now would be to shoot me."

the problem is, when it's the latter, I literally look deranged. the "catch" comes on so fast, mid-breath, I gasp in sudden agony, clutch my chest, and seethe in agony as I struggle for as much oxygen allowed in the shallowest breaths possible. sometimes it's so bad I end up on my knees or even lying on the floor, basically writhing in pain, clenching my teeth like I'm turning into a werewolf or something. and of course people are terrified. they're asking what's wrong, but I can't talk. They're asking if they should call 911, and I'm just shaking my head and holding up a "just a minute" finger and also groaning in anguish,

and then the silliest part of all is that the minute it ends, there's no residual pain. not even the ghost of it. it's gone as suddenly as it came and I catch my breath and I say, "WELL! Anyway," and I immediately try to get back to the conversation but nobody's ever quite receptive to that for SOME reason

wizardarchetypes

it's like this