relatable teen post: when you remember that time after the first day of a middle school plastics shop class when someone sharpened a piece of plastic and jabbed it at your back
it pisses me off that over the summer I saw a beach house in north carolina called ‘sailor moon’ but there’s no way after the fact to frame a joke around it because literally nowhere online is there a clear picture of the name sign
I wish real bees worked like the bees in yoshi’s story where instead of stinging you for getting too close to the nest they just make a wall of bees that don’t let you get past
sometimes you are the only person who can prove that something thought impossible can really be done. like today when I performed an actual slow motion slide-on-your-face-with-both-legs-in-the-air faceplant, until now thought only possible in the realm of cartoon slapstick
and another thing I don’t get: hot babe posters. like, I could google “bikini model” right now and get a million equivalent pictures if I was some straight chump who just HAD to get a boner. what benefit does this poster have. I’m pissed off and throwing chairs. what is the bikini babe secret
*scribbles red circles and arrows pointing out some obvious shit in a picture* Holy SHIT You Guys Do You See That!!!!!!