Your victim complexes are going to ensure that life chews you all up like cheap salt water taffy.
You’re going to complain your entire lives and grow up into nothing.
Rockstar will continue to make money hand over fist.
And the world will turn, unabated by your pitiful wailing.
Just got yelled at by my dad because after my shower I figured out that each of my buttcheeks makes a slightly different sound when you slap it so I was making a rhythm with it and apparently it was annoying everyone else in the house
They’re just jealous of your butt bongos.
I will not apologize for art
Wow completely out of nowhere and for no apparent reason this office smells like rotten eggs. I have no idea where it’s coming from. I’m gonna fuckin puke.