StzA: do you know what vanilla waffers StzA: are GonnaGoPostal: of course StzA: my mom bought like a 90 pack of them StzA: and i ate them all in 10 min GonnaGoPostal: jesus_h_christ.avi StzA: they are so GOOD StzA: my mom was like StzA: NO MORE
i am a heron i have a long neck and i pick fish out of the water w/ my beak if you dont repost this comment on 10 other pages i will fly into your kitchen tonight and make a mess of your pots and pans.
Getting along with someone who is difficult is not worth the time nor the effort involved in catering to their specific needs for friendship. The annoyances you will put up with, the unneeded effort involved, and the overall anti-climatic outcome of "getting along" with someone who is generally unlikable due to their difficult nature is usually unfavorable.
Minimicrophones implanted deep in your bones They tapping the phones, snapping the home (Clapping the chrome!) Ding-dong, click-clack, one in the back of the dome
I'M SINGING IN THE RAAAAAAIN, JUST SINGING IN THE RAIN. WHAT A GLORIOUS FEELING, I'M HAPPY AGAIN. I'M LAUGHING AT CLOUDS, SO DARK UP ABOVE. AND I'M READY FOR LOVE
When I was little I would spend hours taking a shit. Why? Because I had too much fun with it. By that I mean, if I couldn't push it out right away, I would put my feet up on the rim of the toilet and squat like that while I fingered the poop out of my ass, then I would hold a wet wipe under my ass so that when I got the shit to start coming out I could catch the turd in the wet wipe. Then, before I would drop it in and flush it, I would hold the wrapped turd in my hand and squish, making it pop out of one side of the wet wipe like a tube of tooth paste. I would then spend a great amount of time cleaning up after myself so no one would find out, but one day my sister, who didn't know I was in the bathroom doing business, walked on in me doing this. Most awkward day of my childhood.