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Me most days

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I know I probs won’t, but I aint fuckin around to see if she will

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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People always seem so surprised when they hear that I wasn’t allowed to watch Sponge Bob as a kid and to be honest, going back and watching it as an adult I really don’t get the hype people still have for it.

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Me when I find something new to obsess over

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I’m mad that the word “I” is already capitalized, cause you can’t put emphasis on it in a text unless you can bold it somehow.

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I looked away for four years and now there are 11 asdf movies, tf

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So earlier this summer I got the chance to play Superfight for the first time, which for those of you who don’t know is a card game where you essentially draw and play cards to create a fighter based off what you have and are given by an opponent to hinder their ability. Once this is done, players take turns convincing everyone else why their fighter would be victorious based off the fighter, the randomized scenarios, and the setting. Anyways, during one round our fighters were in a Chuck-E-Cheese and all fighters had literal bear arms. I was fortunate enough to draw one card that let me be any video game character. 

I wasn’t taking it too seriously so I chose Sonic the Hedgehog (a recurring topic of conversation at the time). Then I got a couple cards that I just threw in there cause I didn’t have anything better. Regardless, I thought I was solid being of the super fast sort.

AND THEN I GOT HIT WITH THIS FROM THE SICK PLAYER TO MY RIGHT

I was pissed because I WOULD HAVE WON, I nearly died laughing though because then I started picturing it. So later I ended up drawing the guy, and as a result, I was basically fighting with this...

Even though my fighter was outmatched my literally 7 other players, fighting amongst demons, Autobots, and muscular Mannys, I have never laughed harder at any character in my life. So I guess the moral of the story is: don’t bring a Sonic costume to a Chuck-E-Cheese Battle Royale.

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a waitress complimented my new shirt today and it took everything i had in me not to explain that it was the entirety of the bee movie script printed really really small

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the suffering never ends

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my body: blease…. i beg ofyou,,,,, give me vegetal

me, shoveling handfuls of macaroni and cheese into my mouth:

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Realized I left this as a draft a while back and felt the need to post it now:

If you ever feel bad about yourself, just know that I rammed my nose into my knee because I wanted a closer look at something on my jeans

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Reblog in 30 minutes and all of your greams will come true

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Reblogging cause I stubbled upon this for the second time after a year and died

when the heart of the card responds to your trust just right

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Being a night owl but having responsibilities during the day is a continuous game of choosing how late to stay up while still being able to get enough sleep and wake up on time.

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Saying something risky right before you leave the conversation

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Me