Don’t just throw it out. Throw it onto Mars. Stay safe. Practice vigilance. Burn your house afterwards. 100% of people agree that this is the right most judicious course of action.
Don’t just throw it out. Throw it onto Mars. Stay safe. Practice vigilance. Burn your house afterwards. 100% of people agree that this is the right most judicious course of action.
Cherries on the outside but only God knows what is on the inside.
Truly, until I heard it buzzing I had no recollectiom. I live alone so no need to ever close the door and coming home to it closed I was like stranger danger 4 reaL.
I relate with this man so much.
You mean an internal, eternal shower in whiskey right? I can’t comprehend this otherwise.
Lol, yes to this advice!
This was a definite emotional setback so yes you are winning. I removed it ASAP but the damage was done. I am like Bella Swan and I’ll never truly feel again.
I handled it swiftly because say I die and it investigates my body or something? I’d have to die all over again which is annoying and excessive. Like once is enough, y’know? I thought about snapchatting you but talking makes it real again.
Sympathy (and donations in case anyone is Truly Moved) is much appreciated. Those ppl should be grateful it wasn’t real; this is the kind of event that makes people chain smoke.
But how about PTSD? Did you get that? THIS WAS HIGHLY DISTRESSING. I am worried.
It really isn’t. Food is getting a way thumbs down for me.
My life expectancy feels really low rn and this whole flat has gtg. Will consider this if dying fails me first.
I am giving up all fruits and vegatables. I mean how can I give them another chance after that? Like Lady Gaga and Beyonce said, “[tropical fruit] is like a mirror. You can fix it if it’s broke... But you can still see the [scariest most horrible spider] in that motherfucker’s reflection.”
That is already! a story and I just love dreams with plot devices and intrigue. Sometimes the matrix is a great place. Glad the Z-catching was a success. Slow claps for you all around. :)
Don’t stop bring you. All I gotta say.
Thankee and BBQ sauce for the win forever.
DYING from happiness. Also this GRAPHIC kitchen nightmare that happened earlier.