Next time, on “Tim Plays City Folk”…
Bettina gets street.
Sort of.
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.
It’s done! I’ve installed a small computer chip in my brain to detect whenever a white girl casually says “nigga” to her other white friends! With this information, I can double my input of mad-dogging on a daily basis! Truly an advance in modern science.
Basically.
BZZZZZT BEEP BOOP
UPLOAD COMPLETE
SYSTEM NOW 100% NIGGA
PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE
Ate too much Jell-O.
My stomach hurts.
Where is my mommy.
I want to go home.
This is the worst Christmas ever.
AWWWWWWWWW SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT
POST NUMBAH FO’ THOUSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND WASSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP
Anyway, now that the prerequisites are taken care of, and I not only used the word “prerequisites”, but also spelled it correctly on the first try…
Hello, everyone.
This is my 4,000th post.
And even at post #4,000, I am still proud of my Tumblr, just based on the fact that I can still look at it and laugh; based on how it is pretty much my raw, original thought, putting myself into it, and showing people who I really am without reblogging some stupid quote from some stupid movie that’s taken way out of context, or something so totally bland and vague that it applies to everyone.
No, instead of reblogging every line from “(500) Days of Summer”, I decide to actually, I don’t know, write. Which is something I wish I could still find on this site. But, I don’t want to get all into rant mode, because I know the reason why you people are really here.
There you go, 267 people.
That is a picture of a fake baby I took several years ago in high school, wearing a pair of my sunglasses.
Please, please, no thanks will be needed.
-Tim
Keepin' it thug.
Emily: My mom just got back.
Tim: Oh, that's nice. Tell her I said, "NIGGUH WHAT'S GOOOOOD?"
Emily: ... What?
Tim: I said tell her I said hi.
Emily: What did you say at first?
Tim: What?
