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joan's granddaughter 😭😭

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was going through some of my health records and some doctor put “dresses oddly” next to my psychotic symptoms. hey fuck you too man

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stop trying to silence me

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traditionally, when the plastic serving tray isnt available, many Americans will flatten and smooth out the brown paper McDonald's bag where they will place the french fries in a pile and dedicate a separate area of the bag to a serving or two of ketchup. Often times this method of serving McDonald's fries is communal, especially when enjoyed by family groups or bonded American pairs (see: dating). However, if the burger is served in a cardboard clamshell, many Americans can be seen using the top of the clamshell as a dedicated ketchup receptacle for nuggets and fries. There does exist a small, often alienated population, who will drizzle the ketchup directly on top of the french fries. But this is often considered taboo and poor form due to convivence and the uneven distribution of ketchup.

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one of my girlfriends only tells the truth. my other girlfriend only tells lies.

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do we think chocolate guy is gay?

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speaking of peeing the bed it's been long enough that i can tell this story publicly. in high school i went to a party at some house with no adults, as you sometimes would, and at the end of the night like 10 people all clonked out together in the same bed. fully clothed, one of those teenage moments where you're like wow heehee how rule-breaking, because sure a lot of our parents wouldn't like us sleeping in a bed with a bunch of other teenagers and no adult supervision blah blah. fond memories. anyway.

i'm an extremely light sleeper, so i barely slept, and sometime around 6 am, i woke up to a girl totally panicking, very quietly, because she peed the bed in her sleep. and listen. this wasn't a group of mean kids by any measure. but there's no level of kindness or understanding in the world that will make peeing the bed when you're 17, surrounded by people you only sort of know, a gentle blow.

so i sat up and she was like "oh my god" and I signaled at her to be absolutely silent and I said I'd be right back. And I crawled over everyone and out of the bed like a stupid cat.

and the thing is, by senior year i wasn't getting bullied much anymore. i was generally pretty well liked by my peers, but, if this makes sense, people still didn't always expect very much from me. i was still figuring out how to mask (autistic) and i still often said or did something that made everyone remember i'm weird and they'd just be like "well. that's story for you. i guess." and for the most part i'd become pretty secure in that.

so what i'm saying is i had nothing to lose and this girl had everything to lose.

so i went downstairs and i made tomato soup. and by "made" i mean i put a whole can of tomato soup in a too-small mug and microwaved it until it was lukewarm so as to be convincingly "made" but not so hot to burn someone.

and then i walked back upstairs, and no longer like a cat, i clumsily "attempted" to crawl back into bed, loudly lost my balance, and spilled tomato soup all over the girl and her lap and several other people's laps and heads and the mattress.

everyone woke up confused and anguished and i was like, "oh my god, I'm so sorry. I just got really hungry and it's all i could find."

and everyone immediately accepted with absolutely no further questions that I would go downstairs, make tomato soup at 6 am,and bring it back to bed. everyone just begrudgingly climbed onto the floor and went back to sleep while I put the bedding right into the laundry.

i don't even know this girl's name. i only remembered this story recently because i'm in my hometown for a few months and recently a high school acquaintance said, "hey. do you remember spilling soup on everyone after prom? why did you do that?" and for a moment i genuinely did not and i stared at them completely dumbfounded while the memory loaded and then i started laughing too hard to answer for 2 minutes.

the best part is i can tell this story, and even if it reaches the people who were there, none of them will know which one of them peed the bed. thanks to tomato soup.

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Guy who is touch starved but emotionally repressed goading you into punching him for completely normal reasons

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They hate it when u dont abide by the same imaginary rules that they force themselves to live under

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I keep seeing versions of the max pr picture so here’s mine

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whenever someone gets top surgery they throw the boobs into the air and whoever catches them will be the next person to get top surgery

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saw a car dragging a labubu facedown through the street