whawt
friend: there's nothing worse than death
me: final seasons
me: post-concert / post-convention depression
me: when there's no food
me: fictional characters dying
me: hipsters blogs
me: your crush asks someone else out
me: no wi-fi
friend:
me: when porn appears on your dash while someone is behind you
you AREN’T ALLOWED to ever say somethign bad about lady GAGA again because people are threatening to kill her and her solution is to get up on stage in front of 50000 people without any band or dancers so that no one else could get hurt
I’d work in a flower shop and be insecure. And he’d work in real estate…and there’s always cupcake batter on my face, and I’m like, ‘I just made these cupcakes, but I don’t know how I feel!’ And he’s like, ‘Let me get that cupcake batter off your face… with my dick. Cut to me giving him a hand job. Sorry, I’ve had too much caffeine.
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