Casablanca sucked anyways

I SAID I WOULD NOT LIKE TO THINK ABOUT IT.

I look at this picture. I see dogs. I look at the caption. I see fried chicken. My stomach rumbles. A strange hunger awakens within my I’ve never felt before. This goes on for days. I spend them pacing my house muttering ‘giant fried chicken’ and punching out all the mirrors. Soon, I leave my home. Must find them. Find the giant fried chicken. Eat. I arrive at KFC. I order giant fried chicken. The cashier looks confused, but takes my order. Shortly after they present me with a bucket of normal sized fried chicken. My jaw locks. My fist clench. I feel something primal, something evil move throughout my body until I am overcome with seething rage. I see red. I feel the cashiers head. I hear his head crash into the counter, over and over again. I hear shouts and screaming. The loudest though is crying. I hear heart wrenching sobs. I realized it is me. There is no giant fried chicken, only Labradoodle puppies. My childhood is ruined.

“man ur such a pussy” a jock says to me. i laugh. “well,” i begin, looking up at him and popping the collar of my jean jacket, “like they say,” everyone waits in anticipation, “u are what u eat.” the jock dies instantly, the crowd cheers, obama is there,

i would call the police then papa john himself

Me, every time!

Uncle Joe is not here for the fuckery

These are my favorite

@homikaaa

this is a sinful image. take this down immediately.

I’m scared were messing with forces we don’t fully understand