- Intro: yo dis my paper
- Body Paragraphs: *written beautifully along with correct spelling and grammar"
- Conclusion: dats it lol bye
*walk to ya nearest barber & slams this photo on the table*
gimme this fuckkin swag.
*dont break eye contact*
at a restaurant while u high like
"can i order this"
"would you like a soup or a salad?"
"WHATS A SUPER SALAD"
The three things I hate the most are irony, cliffhangers, and
u lil bitch
did the kids in magic school bus ever sign permission slips for those field trips?
im excited for amazon to start sending packages out by drone because now i can start carrying a sling shot around with me and knock them out of the air and get a present and it will be just like animal crossing
finish this sentence: m
y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.
i remember the “selling their kid on ebay” story…
Who sells their kid on ebay? That’s nuts.
That’s a child. A living being that you made.
That shit goes on etsy.