if we are talking in person and i accidentally spit dont even call out i saw it and im dead inside
Margaret i dnt think they’re open on sundays
r u ever like damn i hate my body but then ur like life is an illusion i’m floatin around on a rock trapped in an orbit around a ball of flame in a vast & largely unknown universe where death is unescapable who gives a shit ???
how did the flintstones have a christmas special before the birth of christ
why do I still read youtube comments like have I not learned anything