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All my LU posts showing up on my feed again like mom showing baby pictures @ the dinner table

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Ok so y’all aren’t gonna beliEVE who was tryna tailgate me yesterday when I was going to church.

IT WAS ONE OF MY OLD COWORKERS. LIKE, THE MOST ANNOYING ONE I HAD.

He was fired a while ago but that’s not the point. I still remain happy that he was fired, though.

For the sake of simplicity of the story we’re gonna call him Rocks. Rocks for brains. Dude is an idiot.

Anyway, so I’m driving to church, going about 40 in a 35, and I see this tan looking BMW sedan or whatever he drives, it was a small car that could easily be obliterated by a semi truck.

So 40 in a 35, this guy was tryna go like 45 or something, and so I’m like “Lol nah, fat chance”. I’m the type of person who if you tailgate me, I will deliberately go the speed limit. I will deliberately try and annoy them. That’s what they get for tailgating me.

But like, as I was looking at the car, I thought “Huh that looks vaguely like Rocks’ car”. And so I slow down to 35. I get to the stoplight, and glance back and see this Middle Eastern dude with fluffy hair, and those little decorative boxing gloves hanging from his rear view.

My hand instantly goes to my mouth in shock. I’m like, “THAT’S ROCKS. ROCKS IS BEHIND ME”. Like I’m both shocked and thrilled. I only get to shake a cage like this like, once in my life.

So I start going the speed limit, or no more than 2 over. He stays behind me. I start signaling, and get into the turn lane, he does too (only he doesn’t signal). We’re driving along, I’m still giddy. I get to a stop sign, signal, come to a complete stop, look both ways, like the law abiding citizen I am. And then turn left. HE STILL FOLLOWS ME (still not signaling).

So I keep going the speed limit, all the way until I get to my church. I signal, and turn.

And then I promptly text 2 of my friends and go “You're not gonna beliEVE who tried to tailgate me on my way to church”

It was like, a highlight of my day lol

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Epilogue

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just smth i made on my phone

migth do more soon :]

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its in charlie slimecicles nature to turn any situation into a soap opera

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You guys really liked my last poll so

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Tloz meme redraw pt.1 (I spent way too much time on this)

[id: a digital art piece of Link from Twilight Princess. He is wearing his Ordonian clothes from the start of the game. He is sitting down, slouched over, with one hand holding a Stetson over his head. The text on the image reads, “Is it really possible for a country boy to break the cycle of death and rebirth?” end id.]

Og meme under cut!

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GIRL PARKOUR

GIRL PARKOUR

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reblog for sample size !!

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HI HI HELLO HEY HI HOW ARE YOU???

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HELLO DOING WELL!!

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[#131] a carton of geggs

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ notes: just wanted to do something in honor of sorry boys going on hiatus. this is entirely based on their last video so watch that to understand the silly headcanon time. cc!wilbur likers will be blocked by the way, thanks. get out of here

↳ warnings: none. just the four members here. four original, and only, members of sorry boys. no one else

↳ song: campus—vampire weekend

masterlist | commissions | carrd

• You'd think that an afternoon shift at a trampoline park would be easy; especially on the down days. Hanging around the snack bar with your employees, blowing whistles at loud kids, and keeping whatever was left in the lost and found bin became something of a daydream to you upon first getting hired

• It was a better alternative to the fast food joint you had worked previously at a crazed food van—you'd rather do anything but that after quitting

• Your first tip that things weren't going to be that easy should have been the camera crew that shuffled in on your second week, lead in part by a blonde guy with a stack of pre-signed waivers in his hand

• "What's up with that?" You turned to your only other coworker at the hour, a lanky guy with a mask and fluffed up hair. You thought you remember his name starting with an R or something along the lines of that, but mostly you referred to him as 'dude' or 'hey you.' He never felt the need to correct you, so you just never stopped

• "Oh yeah." He'd responded with a tired voice while barely even looking around. "Uh, we have a group that comes in every few days and rents out the place. I've seen them bouncing around, and I'm not really sure they're, uh, stable I guess you could say."

• Glancing down from the reception desk and to the play floor below, you caught a glimpse of the three others he spoke of, one being the blonde kid from earlier, surrounded by a few cameras and doing some rather weak jump moves. One in a red fat suit fell over at one point and refused to get up as he rolled around on the floor whining

• "Er," You took a step out of the reception desk area as you pointed a finger down at the scene. "Shouldn't one of us be down there? Supervising, and all that." You neglected to mention that one of the men looked old enough to be your father and should probably be mediating them

• For a moment you thought your coworker would shrug and tell you to go on, but he just sighed and grabbed his whistle like a weary office worker preparing for a morning round

• "At least this time I won't be alone." He looked at you. The eyebags under his eyes made you feel like he'd done this a lot more than he'd ever wanted to, despite only being at work a few weeks more than you

• The next few minutes went by fine. You were mostly ignored by the two fellows in fat suits as they proceeded to say 'dude' and 'bro' far too much, and was only offered a high five by the same blonde— Tungo you now knew. At one point the cameramen pulled you and the other worked over for a small interview, the likes of which you seemed to enjoy more than him

• The first time either of you really had to step in was when the red fat suit one delved into his shell, yelling something about yoinking his pork

• "Chungus? Chungo?" You managed to say his name without somehow laughing. "Please don't do that. We're gonna have some problems if you continue to."

• As Chounce popped his head out like a cartoon character to look at you, you offered a wobbly smile, and was severely relieved when he finally brought his hands out of his suit to cross them

• "For the record dude I wasn't even pulling my plug." He frowned, having the decency to look midly embarrassed. "I was just thinking about my feelings, bro."

• You got a thankful look from your fellow employee at your successful endeavors

• The both of you continued to watch as a competition between Chounce and Tungo occurred, eventually somehow turning into a fight between them as the self proclaimed Master Za watched

• In reality, you were pretty sure their real names all aligned somewhere along the lines of Tommy Charlie and Phil, if the signatures on their wavers spoke for anything, but none of them seemed to call each other anything but nonsense

• At one point, you were compelled enough by the entertainment to purchase a bag of popcorn from the snack desk, earning a look at disappointment from your coworker as he saw

• "Please don't encourage them." He dragged a hand down his face, careful not to knock his mask off

• "I don't think it'd matter if I did or didn't." You smiled through a mouthful. "Just look at 'em." You waved at the kid zone they'd all migrated too in the last hour or two, currently kissing Master Za on the face as he yelped in protest

• "Wait." Your hand lowered slowly as you blinked. "That's not allowed—"

• The two of you took off in their direction, using your whistles for what felt like the hundredth time that day as you ran

• By the time closing hours came around, it was dark enough outside to make you yawn. It took a significant amount of convincing to get the three of them, mostly Chounce, to leave and stop bouncing, but it eventually worked with a few well placed bribes. Namely, handfuls from your unfinished chip bag from earlier

• "You weren't all that bad! Not a wrong'un after all." Tungo eventually confided in you in front of everyone as you went to close up, looking strangely proud about such a mediocre compliment. You grinned at him anyways, finding him to be one of the saner ones throughout the whole ordeal

• "Maybe next time I could judge a match of yours, yeah?" You offered as you thumbed through the cash in the register

• "Please do not encourage them." A familiar voice from outside sounded for the second time that day, making you suck air between your teeth in an attempt not to snort with laughter

• "And remember to check the bathrooms before you leave. One of them likes to hide in them after we close."

• "Sorry, what—"

• You ended up having to drag Chounce out bt his ankles that night and into Master Za's car so he could get home

• "You know what? It's still better than the food truck."

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If only I drew a skull

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reblog to bonk prev with yr forehead like a cat

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Part 1 / Part 2

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you know how it is

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NICKTOONS UNITE FANS WAKE UP THERES A NEW 7 HOUR VIDEO ESSAY COVERING THE GAMES‼️‼️