
MOBSTER: *cracks knuckles*
ME: that supposed to intimidate me?
*his fingers start to glow like glowsticks*
ME: k I’m scared but thats rad
driving is absolutely insane. I’m gonna hop in this metal box and roll around so fast that hitting literally anything might kill me
MOBSTER: *cracks knuckles*
ME: that supposed to intimidate me?
*his fingers start to glow like glowsticks*
ME: k I’m scared but thats rad
“If you’re pregnant you can’t get pregnant, the same goes for getting arrested, can you lick this?”
I ask, trying to roll a joint in cuffs.
I imagine the hardest part of becoming a supervillain is getting your doctorate.
I don’t understand Christian heavy metal. Like why are they so angry for Jesus?
*Paul Walker shouts down from the gates of heaven*
“YO DID I GET A MILLION LIKES ON FACEBOOK? THEY WON’T LET ME IN WITHOUT A MILLION LIKES”
“How is tofu made?”
Well, when an edamame loves an edadade very much….
Am I capable of premeditated murder?
Your honor, I’ve been planning my cheat day for two weeks.
If I got a boyfriend I wouldn’t know what to do…
What do they eat? How often do they need to be walked? Can they be house trained?
I really hope it’s a typo on your resume where it says you’re “goat oriented”.
[notice son’s not home]
[text]
Me: IT’S AFTER MIDNIGHT! I SAID HOME BY 11!
17: You were my ride.
Me: Oh. Where are you again?