a malfunctioning rube goldberg machine

i hear a good lyric and start mentally holding up blorbos like im in the home depot paint aisle comparing swatches

her eyes were the sickly green of the sky before a tornado, and to his horror he discovered she could throw cows around just as easily

to his horror? weak shit. outta my way gayboy im boutta get it

i just figured out how to save the world. all we have to do is find and excise the undesireables. i mean just look at how much good all the examples of it in the past have done *opens history book* oops not that one *flips page* oops not that one *flips page* oops not that one *flips page* oops not that one *fli

what song comes to your mind when you hear the word “tonight”

i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic

rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich

Dahling you simply must read this book! It’s all about this devious little caterpillar who simply gorges himself on all manner of divine things