had a man stop me on the street to ask if i was polish which means I will now be googling “are polish women hot?” once a week for approximately the rest of my entire life
if ur waitress took ur order while screaming and clawing at her face (screams are largely inaudible but the gist is “please god make it stop i cant do this anymore”) what would you do? prob order a cheeseburger medium rare no tomato
the sun finally pops up from behind the hills in boston. so bright you can’t even squint to the east. the whole airport erupts in applause. a standing ovation for the morning.
all of our humor is rooted in social anxiety. your neighbor isn’t going to think anything about the fact that you sang loudly in your room. nobody has ever thought about you for even a second. we are mist in the morning.