holding in a fart all day and finally getting home
i want to be friends with so many people but i hate starting conversations because im as awkward as a carrot and no one replies to me and then they all bitch about me and say that i push people away or that i’m a cold bitch
i wonder what the weirdest fanfiction is
what did the chef say when moving on from his job at the spaghetti factory
Goodbye everyone I really enjoyed my time here but I must leave and move on to a higher paid job because this one just wasn’t suffice in a cruel world that revolves around money
the pasta’s in the past
"white people can’t danc-"
"white people can’t twer-"