I Hate Soda And I Have Trust Issues Towards My Brother So In My Birthday Party At My Class That My Brother

every time i listen to “you’re a mean one mr. grinch” i can’t help but sit there and think “what did the grinch do to hurt you?” because dude just stands there for 2 minutes and 58 seconds and drags the grinch into the dirt

Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.

//and here we have a girl slowly decending into madness because of @#

I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER, but I need to like her, why? Why?!? WHY?!?!!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! I DON'T WANT TO, IT HURTS ME, BUT I NEED TO, IT SAYS I NEED TO!!!

Everybody stop what you’re doing RIGHT NOW and celebrate the last Out of Touch Thursday of 2020

Me, plunking Stinky Bastard Man’s carrier on the counter: hi he’s here for shots and a nail trim and he’ll need to be sedated

Nurse: Are you sure? We can try-

Me: he needs to be sedated

Nurse: Well, it’ll take longer-

Me: he needs to be sedated, he will try to rip your face off

Nurse: Well we’ll try without first and we’ll let you know if we need to sedate

Me, watching her carry him away: you will need to sedate him

Nurse, coming back 10 minutes later clutching her hand: so, we will need to sedate him

Me:

still alive friend.

Next November I'm gonna fucking die