Years from now, thousands of old white people will tell their grandchildren the story of how they used to be well-feared Internet gangsters “back in their day”.
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.
I’m going to write a book called “White People and Their Dogs”.
It’s going to be about white people and their dogs.
I imagine the only people who will buy this book will be white people with dogs.
Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to travel through time and stop the creation of Crocs. There will be a countless number of white people aware of our mission who will try to stop you, so be warned.
White people hire private detectives to find the beat of the song they’re dancing to in the club.
