someone got buried near my home and my first thought was "i probably shouldn't be eating chocolate in front of them and unintentionally show how much better of a position i am mentally then them"
my second thought was "not my fault the guy died"
i once hit a 5th grader on the head with my lunchbox and cracked his skull open
just kidding
i hit him enough to make him cry tho so that's pretty neat
i swear to god if you don't take out the green bullshit in my potato sandwich i will take you out of this world
this is the 4th time this has happened and i'm at my breaking point