*Moving a large object with my dad*
His brain:
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
My dad:
“It’s not heavy it’s just awkward”
Imagine this! 15 years from now and you are officially the mayor of grenitar 4 a moon in a galaxy far from here. You're next door neighbor has a pet birthday cake that scream everytime it sees a fork. Your significant other just got home from the pineapple party.