#boy strike

Love on the weekend

I want this on the Internet

I'm grumpy that I'm going back to DC today. But boy strike is going strong 💪🏼🙅🏻

I love how I check his profile and the first thing I see is a post from some chick (he met at a stupid fancy band thing for losers who think they’re the shit)… You know what I don’t even want to rant about this chick. I want to rant about how big of tool he is. He goes to this band pumped out of his freaking mind, like Facebook statuses every hour with a count down to it. Now he goes to it. Three days. Of nothing but music. No fresh air. He complains about for the next month. About how much it sucked, about how the chaperones were Nazis, and about how it was just terrible. 3 months later. He talks about it like he loved the damn thing. Like no? You said you hated it a thousand times. You’re only saying you liked it because the people you met there liked it. You lying piece of shit. You can’t go back but now you love it? You’re a tool. Really. Go screw yourself. (tool+screw reference=pun) oh… Yeah that post was about puns. I like puns. I want to be the only person who likes puns. Back the hell off bitch… But yeah I hate when people spontaneously change their views on life and other things. People don’t change that quickly. They do change, but they don’t instantly completely change their views to the complete opposite views in a matter of a week, not even a few months. That shit takes time. Especially if you’re a stubborn asshole like this kid.