The Beatles were a flop, absolutely not a slay. Paris Hilton could have written Here Comes The Sun in her sleep, but Stars Are Blind? John Lennon could never.
If there’s one thing about me it’s that I go absolutely feral for onions. Raw onions? Put them on top of literally whatever I am eating. Sautéed onions? The perfect subtle sweetness and savoriness to complement any dish. Pickled onions? A delectable tang. Onion me up baby
Me explaining that I don’t like Creed in an ironic, nostalgia-seeking sort of way, but in a real, think their songs are anthems of our generation, would engrave their lyrics on my tombstone kind of way
@SlimSchneidey We never had a chance to enact our Buffalo sauce debate, adding it to the agenda along with karaoke’ing Me & U by Cassie and Pretty Girl Rock by Keri Hilson
Me explaining to anyone who will listen that West Coast is Lana’s best song, but Gods and Monsters is her magnum opus, Video Games will go down as one of the best songs ever written, but NFR is her true masterpiece
My latest unhinged opinion is that not only should we not be eating octopus because they’re incredibly intelligent and sentient creatures, but we should also establish “Octopus Cafes” similar to Cat Cafes where people can just go and chill with the octopuses
@SlimSchneidey I was fully ready to give them my analysis as to why Nobody’s Home by Avril is one of the primary pieces of evidence supporting the Melissa theory