His eyes were a striking blue, like blue Gatorade, and his cheeks were flushed, like red Gatorade. His demeanor was mysterious, yet refreshing, like yellow Gatorade. And his shirt was the hue of orange Gatorade
the tiny devil on my shoulder: today is sooooo kms vibes isn’t it
tiny angel on the other shoulder: maybe… but tomorrow? who knows… tomorrow could be soooooo ‘wait i’m goated’
they should invent a city where all my friends live right next to me and never leave me and we’re all walking distance from each other and it’s also livable and affordable and everyone is happy
Have you seen the markets? They crashed the Dow. It literally tanked Heebee. It brought down the TOPIX with banks. It's literally hitting the Russell. It probably tanks the Hang Seng. Dude he crashed the Gumpy. It's hitting the Kospi original. It's reached the Poob.