Kidnapper: we have your son
Me: [crying] oh no
Kidnapper: I’ll let you talk to him as proof
Me: [crying harder] please don’t make me talk to a kid on the phone
national anthem
- old as shit
- written by a racist
- way fuckin overplayed
- not catchy at all
baby shark song
- fucking slaps
- catchy as hell
- is currently raising the next generation better than their own parents
- doo doo doo doo doo
My friend Luke didn’t realise until he was an adult that lukewarm was a real temperature, he thought it was just a term his mum used to describe his bath water.
thoughts seeing mamma mia 2
- amanda seyfried has not aged, she’s literally perfection
- oof young bill
- i would sell my soul to be lily james
- all of rosie’s quotes - i felt them
- harry dancing is honestly a big mood
- time to go buy bell-bottom overalls and move to greece