you: fuck you
me, an intellectual: intercourse thee
concept: 90s. New York City. cocktails with friends after work on a friday night dressed in gucci fw 1995
Just say sex in the city
yes i am a triple threat!! spilling drinks, screaming, and shedding long strands of hair everywhere
in class
me: *smiles*
teacher: why u smiling
me: nothing
me (in my mind):
you cant just BEAT your meat anymore ….learn to love yourself….TREAT that meat…!
when a character you hate dies
I’m bubbie
Flapjack: “Bubbie.”
Bubbie: “Yeah, baby?”
Flapjack: [sadly] “I miss K’nuckles.”
Bubbie: [cheerfully] “I don’t!”