new tramp stamp idea for my bros out there: two dinosaurs (REAL dinosaurs. none of those bullshit herbivores) facing away from each other mid-roar riding sharks and a volcano exploding lava under them (NOT TOUCHING)
substitute teachers really do love calling role and pausing to go “are you italian? I thought so.” in a goofy italian accent and then dumping boiling marinara sauce on you and the garlic chunks your nonna left in it get in your eyes and makes you cry.