Shaelien

If Mike Myer’s Cat in the Hat and Jim Carey’s Grinch ever met, they would either kill one another on sight or blow up a gas station together.

Being on tumblr right now and scrolling through text posts is like ‘supernatural post, supernatural post, supernatural post, whatever’s going on with the Minecraft block men, wholesome text post, some unbelievably cursed facts, supernatural post, supernatural post, supernatural post, supernatural post, supernatural po-’

I think it would be very funny if I, a person who has graduated elementary a good few years ago, went on the children’s version of a game show. I would be a head taller than all the other contestants and (hopefully) I would know most of the answers due to the completely unfair advantage of existing longer. Both the game show host and the audience wouldn’t know how to react. They would look at me with a mixture of confusion and contempt. In the end I would probably feel bad though and throw the game to let an eight year old win, but after the show airs, the internet would make fun of me for losing a children’s game show. I don’t even remember where I was going with this.