Seventy flavours of coffee. Only five will survive.
so i was eating some of those sugary gross conversation hearts. (they were on for $1 at work) and I was reading them.
they say like ‘cool’ and ‘ur cute’ and then suddenly
I think the factory workers need help
I think they want us to pick up where they left off
dad went to the factory…he hasnt been home in a few days
why do we always end up here
what if every god in every religion exists
like egyptian, hindu, and greek gods alike are all chillin on some clouds
and since every deity has something to control in the mortal world they get into fights on whos turn it is to do the job since there’s more than one
“Helios it’s my turn to rise the sun”
“Ra for the last fucking time you did it last week”
petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
what about alaska
are we then normal canada
canada a bit to the left
What about South America? Is that just America? Or South South Canada?
i cried my ass of laughing
i caN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD
“Not-a-single-lady Canada”, I just lost it.
side effects of being friends with me include gaining extensive knowledge of tv shows you dont watch or care about