this one time a guy in my class was gonna download his presentation from hotmail.com
HE SPELLED IT WRONG
HE SPELLED HOTMALE.COM
HE WAS CONNECTED TO THE PROJECTOR
WE WERE TWELVE
JUST IMAGINE WHAT HAPPENED
“Nope,” I whisper as I exit out of a fic with no paragraph breaks.
Color guard is such a weird thing. Like, who was the first person who was like, “You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna take a bunch of fourteen year old girls and teach them to throw guns in the air.”
And then you know they had to have one friend off to the side going, “Nah, son. That’s easy shit. You gotta give ‘em swords."
i hate it when you accidentally pick off a bit of dead skin on your lip and you can’t stop until you’ve peeled your entire face off