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I passed a pill bug that was stuck on its back, and without thinking, I bent over and flipped him. If it could talk, it would have probably thanked me, but I felt really good about it anyway. That’s why I think I should be the next president of the United States.

The name's Tim. Nice to meet you, maybe.

I play guitar, sing silly songs, write stuff, draw shitty pictures and make people on the Internet mad on a professional level. I drink a lot of tea and write letters to pen pals. I also think about death a lot.

Conversation With My Old Film Production Teacher!

Tim: You gonna be in school any time this week?
Film Teacher: On Wednesday and Thursday, homie.
Tim: Yaaaaaaaaay! I'll be there. How ya feelin'? Better? I heard you got yo ass whooped.
Film Teacher: What? By who? I was sick, homie. Ain't nobody kickin' shit.
Tim: Nah, dawg. I heard you got yo ass handed to you by some Girl Scouts after you tried to "five-finger discount" their cookies.
Film Teacher: I woulda took 'em, homie.
Tim: Riiiiiiight... Why don't you prove it then?
Film Teacher: *no answer*
Game. Set. Match.