In high school we had a bit we called "The Orb" where at night we put a bunch of glow sticks in a fish bowl in the middle of the road and if a car slowed down to look at it our friend would come out from behind a tree in his gorilla suit
THREE WEEKS FROM NOW A MAN WILL CONTORT HIMSELF INTO YOUR CHIMNEY AND ENTER YOUR HOUSE IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT ... LEAVE OUT FOOD AND DRINK FOR HIM AND DO NOT ATTEMPT TO LAY EYES ON HIM
“omg their pinned tweet” “click the profile picture” “look at my header” well no. i come here to scroll and feel like shit. and i refuse to play your games
Being in a bad mood is soo humiliating like why am I replying in one word answers this is ruining my brand as a delight to be around I feel so naked without my zest for life
if i die i want my friends to tell every man i ever talked to that they were my "the one" and i never stopped thinking about them
one more evil act from the grave