In cartoon comedys for grown ups and adults there was alwwys a little sad fellow or other getting torment and torture over and over for the amusement of the fans, well I dint fucking laugh
I will to save him
wore my thigh high boots on a walk today and we had to take a path through some long grass and while everyone else was rolling their pants into their socks and putting on jackets to protect themselves from ticks i was standing there smug as hell in my thigh high leather boots.
a vodka and some warrior cats on the patio this afternoon
i hate having browser history on what the fuck was i even googling
when the blind man shows frankenstein’s creature the pleasures of life he shows him cigarette and music. notice how he doesn’t show him linkedin and email
Listening to music and thinking about situations
Me: dang I hate how my voice cracks on the chorus of Pink Pony Club but the rest of the song is so good.
Six-year-old at karaoke: I only know the chorus. Because I’m six.
Me: this was destined to be.