And we already screwed the earth up.
NICE JOB GUYS!
THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.
STOP LYING TO US. YOU'VE ALL BEEN EXPOSED.
My gay? I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean. I don't have a gay, and if I do, I seem to have misplaced it. Oh wait, you have my gay. It's okay, you can keep it. There. It's your gay now. Have fun with it.
Must be annoying to not be able to get your head through doorways.
Leave huge tips at cheap diners to freak out the waitstaff. Buy a homeless guy a fully stocked RV, videotape it, and see if you can make it go viral. Set up a charity under an obviously fake name, something like "Ivanna Tinkle," and watch the media have fun with it. Start your own gameshow. Fill a small pool with jello or corn starch and water like you always wanted to do when you were a kid. Hire a bunch of people and prank a small town somehow, like leaving an identical lawn gnome on every doorstep, or organizing a huge impromptu scavenger hunt. Have a ball pit installed in your home. Have a superhero costume custom-made and go bungee jumping in it. Walk into a small store and announce that you want to buy everything in it. Stop people on the street and offer them large sums of money for their clothing. Scatter quarters all over a playground and watch small children have their days made when they find them.
Just think about it. I'm sure you'll find ways to have fun.
an atheist comes to yell at you for believing in heaven, and then while he isn't looking, throw him to the devil as a human sacrifice and then laugh maniacally on your way to the pearly gates. be sure to stop laughing before you get there, though, and look somber. the angels disapprove of murder, almost as much as they do loitering.
it means no one loves you. you will die alone. your one-night-stand bastard child will die alone, also knowing that no one, not even his sole parent, loves or even wanted him. because of your foolishness, he will die alone, after swallowing lots of pills. then, years later and filled with self-loathing and unimaginable pain, you will have a stroke. unable to reach for help, you will die. slowly, painfully.
and then your thirty-two cats will eat your body whilst conversing over how dumb you were in life, and how that one cat fluffykins went and ate your eyes, which every cat knows are the best part, and fluffykins has always been a hog, but really, fluffykins? you had to go and eat both of them? god. it's not like any of the other cats like you anyway. you're gonna die alone. no cat will ever want to father your kittens. bitch.
Using your logic, this post is stupid, stupid is drugs. So this post must be fuck you
Because you murdered them?
Oh, see, I read it as you sit down to pee and suddenly see this random body in your bathroom, wearing your underwear, dead.
Odd how the mind works.
I'm always creeped out by the thought of another world in the mirror, because what if the people in the mirror are FORCED to do everything we do? what if they're just minding their own business, but then we walk up and suddenly they have to do everything we do? What if they're cursed into mimicking our every action, no matter how small, and this has caused them to loathe their real world counterpart? What if, while you're looking in the mirror, combing your hair, your counterpart is sitting there seething and trying very desperately to reach through your glass barrier and choke you to death, if only to grant themselves freedom?
I got my three underscores pierced without asking.