As the queen of confusion, I am qualified to say that these pictures are about to mix you up. Maybe that's not such a bad thing though, is it? Sometimes it's nice to take a break and let the world think for you, isn't it? Or maybe not and I'm just lazy...also a very real possibility.
Anyway, take a second to steady yourself, because the incoming confusion will make you feel like you just hopped off a roundabout.
Maybe it's because I don't ever do dishes, or maybe it's because I got kicked out of history class. Either way, it's not because I can't read. I can kinda read.
For me, anyway. I've always questioned where I sit on the food chain, but things like this remind me that I'm wedged somewhere between a soft-shell crab and a groundhog.
The more I think about it though, is he really? I mean, this is probably much healthier than how I deal with my problems, which usually involves me chasing a whole Hot-and-Ready pizza with like, six texts to my ex. It's all relative.
Most countries have control over who they vote into power, and yet everyone's always got something to complain about anyway. Maybe a forced interspecies inauguration wouldn't be the worst thing to happen to Earth.
Do you think he bought pie?!
...Come to think of it, it's likely that he did not. I'm sure that they would've included it in the picture if that were the case. I'm sorry for getting your hopes up.
Or maybe she just likes to take advantage of things that are free. Either way, I support her for doing what makes her happy.
I've also left the house in two different shoes before, so maybe noticing things isn't my strong point. Either way, I'm glad Microsoft caught this before release or that could've been...messy.
I guess you could probably sell it on eBay, but who would want to? I've been giving sacks of breath, locks of hair, and fingernail clippings as gifts for years, and I've never seen them pop up for sale once. Just goes to show that they're too important to part with.
I guess the kind of person that steals other people's lunches probably isn't too concerned with proper conduct, though.
Is it fashion? Art? I'd be disappointed if you told me it was either, to be honest.
Individually, I would happily devour each of those things. But put them together in a sandwich and I want to throw up on my own lap.
I know I would be. Her eyes are more dead than the ones on the chicken.
It feels like I'm melting into a pile of goo, but I never actually emerge as a butterfly. Every day. Still a caterpillar. It's pretty lame, tbh.
I just can't conform because I have no dreads and have never heard a Rascal Flatts song. I'm happy to stop brushing my hair though, and if one of you guys could recommend a RF song in the comments, I'd really appreciate it. I wanna be as happy as this guy.
He could've tattooed this on his face, or become an actual sewer-dwelling clown with a thirst for the blood of children.
The glo up is real and this nugget is a shining gold star.
