What she order??
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.
What’s Gucci, mah nigga?
What’s Louis, my killa?
What’s that ice cream? Vanilla?
What’s that rodent? Chinchilla?
What you live in? A villa?
What’s that primate? Gorilla?
Favorite Michael Jackson song? Thrillah?
I don’t care if this was already done. I just had the thought and it already happened, so don’t argue.
