cursed with blorbo brain

(talking to a crowd of people large enough to fill a very big sports stadium) hi everybody. sunbeam on my p(crowd erupts into thunderous applause startling me so bad that I run into a wall and die)

god, you take a five minute break and some asshole paints a picture

I bet Jean Baptiste wasn't helping with the washing up or doing the laundry

ok computer show me men in pain

I bet it feels good as fuck to be a ghoul and have your head roll off your body and you walk over and pick it up and put it back on your head

We all got that one mutual that be going through the most treacherous situations a person could endure and then posting a few minutes later about why such and such should get fucked through a concrete wall.

age regressing to 2 years old but i was an especially erudite and articulate baby so you don't even notice