if i ever found out a mouse lived in my home, and he had a small archway in the wall, and he lived in there with small, real furniture, and he ventured out nightly to get one olive or a small wedge of cheese. i would stop at nothing to end his life. i would spare no expense
Crushed it at an intimate house hang with one close friend + a bunch of loose connections today. Met new people. Listened to what they said. Contributed relevant jokes and setups to make them seem funnier and cooler. Great work all around on my part
was talking to my dad and he told me when he was 20 he did too many shrooms before work and “called in evil” he said he thought he was evil and couldn’t come into work