yes homo

Your just saying that because your a sick pervert who gets off to themes and ideas

We should all watch mash together

I don't read as much fic as I used to but one "tell" for non Canadians writing us, besides the etransfer, is the units you use to describe us measuring something. I hate to tell you this but The Chart is real and it's completely subconscious. Please abide

i dunno about any of you but i’m here to have fun and get my rocks off

at my evil school for lunch everyday i had to eat a sausage casing filled with rocks & everyone had to wear a school uniform that was like a sad mime & all the school lessons decried individuality & creativity in really explicit on the nose ways & the school was in a drab seaside city where the only two businesses in town were a fish cannery & an ammunition factory & thats where everyone worked except for the school & the school was at the top of a cliff rock spire thing that was scary to drive up & the weather in the town was always overcast & when you would drive up the scary spire there’d be lightning behind the school & the teacher was a one hundred twenty year old woman named ms. snotwald who would smack the kids hands with rulers if they breathed audibly & all the balls at recess were deflated also at breakfast you had to eat your cereal dry cause if you ever tried to pour your carton of milk on it (the cereal didnt come with its own milk) the milk would shlelch out as a cube of spoiled milk & spulsh onto your cereal, additionally: an hp lovecraft fish monster lived in the toilet in the furthest stall + the only music in town was throbbing gristle playing maggot death at rat club