Wanna come over and get high and lay on the couch with our legs touching but where we each don't feel crowded and we're just comfortable knowing that the other is there and watch bad awesome action movies from the 90s and maybe order mozzarella sticks or whatever you want?
me, as a child: *walks into the kitchen covered in my own blood holding a rabbit I fought from a hawk*
my mom, on the phone: *mouthing* I’m on the phone
My most socialist position is that all NFL, NBA, and MLB playoff games should be on network TV - kids whose parents can’t afford or don’t have streaming services should still be able to watch
Some of you are so damn talented and funny and smart, and I make up little stories in my mind about how we'd be such good friends if we knew each other, and we'd high five about how awesome sandwiches are, and then I sigh as I get back to my little job in my little cubicle.
Wanna come over and get high and lay on the couch with our legs touching but where we each don't feel crowded and we're just comfortable knowing that the other is there and watch bad awesome action movies from the 90s and maybe order mozzarella sticks or whatever you want?
Me, before taking another little nibble: I'll can only be a little bad. I didn't get on the treadmill today.
The dude I'm eating: Cannibals worry about their physical fitness? Hmmm. I learned something today.
Friends, can we all agree that sharing an order of mozzarella sticks is at the very least an intense albeit temporary spiritual connection and at its most pure, the establishment of a sacred bond of eternal friendship?
He Googled Irish last names at noon
By two he was Declan O’Tune
By four he had tales
Of shamrocks and Wales
The absolute, magnificent loon
#limerick#stpatricks