this is still so funny. who the fuck were his sources
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this is still so funny. who the fuck were his sources
"what would you do in this situation?"
i would sell airbrushed tshirts of spongebob smoking weed at the oceanfront
I WISH I WAS A LITTLE BIT BALDER
I WISH I WAS A WALTER
I WISH I HAD A LAWYER NAMED SAUL BETTER CALLER
i’m breaking out into a fucking fever over this person roleplaying an infant found by tony stark on twitter
i bet it feels good as fuck to start swaying on your feet after overtaxing your magic reserves
must be torture to have ocd and be raised religious. i hope anyone who goes through that finds peace and stillness inside for real
Is willy wanka still alive IRL cuz if no that timothy shallemet shit is direspectful as fuck
adhd is such a humiliating disease to have ones life ruined by
that feeling when your laundry comes out of the dryer damp
eating a filling meal with like protien & vegetables actuallyu makes you feel a lot better than just a bunch of snacks has anyone tried this before
Yeah man hit this stuff my cousin found it at the place next to the Sbarro. Yeah its good... super low key but good *takes one hit and is immediately transformed into a dusty puppet with cut strings in the corner of a danish toymaker's abandoned workshop, no sound except for the dull movement of leaves, you can see floating dust in a ray of moonlight pouring through the window onto my face, view pulls out slowly through the entryway as the door slowly closes shut, entire consciousness goes black with the sound of a lock switching into place*
sometimes i think im a fruit fly so i hang out in the appled cider vinegar traps but then i remember theyre deathly and i leave
i just showed an ant the truth and it popped like a firecracker