did you know faygo came in your blog flavour? (● o ●✿)
its transparent faygo hehe uwu
Me: Often time when no one else is around to hear me I speak in broken japanese phrases to myself about nothing in particular.
Me: I went to open the milk, and looked at it seriously and was like, “iidesuka”
Me: But then you have to think. Does the milk have any say in it?
Me: Is it really ok?
Me: I’ll never know.
Z: The milk probably isn’t okay, but it’s probably just the typical existential angst of sentient milk.
- Dad: Why are your eyes so red, son?
- Son: I smoked weed, dad
- Dad: Don't lie to me, you were crying because you are a faggot
made a thing for work.