I don't want to hurt you. I want to feed you
OKay so i will be in the street and hurting people until this is reversed and i get a personnel apology from Dominic at Store #382-6A
are yoou fucking stupid ?
OKay so i will be in the street and hurting people until this is reversed and i get a personnel apology from Dominic at Store #382-6A
im chanting "wing guardium leviosa" and waiving my vape wand directly at the most visibly nerdy/gay budtender in the dispensary
Anonymous asked:
Do st*rbucks employees ever stop circle jerking about being “bArIsTaS” even though they’re barely one tier up from an automated drink machine?
do you ever think about hurting people? like what you could do with your hands if youo were pushed too your limits? how far into the chest cavity of your elderly neughbouor could yoou get? how many organs coould youo feel still throbbing between yoour teeth before the weight became too much to bare? are you proud oof yourself? what youve become? or do yoou just ask why it had to be you and him, as if yoou didnt already know
Smiling, laughing, crying, chewing, choking, coughing, sputtering, eating, biting, yelling, screaming, moaning, sighing, burping, leaning, laying, sleeping
My uniozed Starbucks manager just told me we're rolling a new more violent menu next week. As far as I've heard it will look physically identical but ordering certain items will mean the barista has to try to hit you with the Porta filter as hard they can at least twice on the skull and take out at minimum one knee. I don't really want to do it but they're also doubling the dental coverage and mama's teeth have been rotting twice as fast this summer do to the smog
If someone offers me the blunt I don't even hesitate I bite at it like a gecko jumping at a half frozeen cricket I don't care if I get fingers I don't care if I get blood I bite like a lizard I bite to win
if the world ran out of salt tomorrow i woouldnt even notice because i would have lready killed myself a week earlier when my sources informed me of the impending disaster
A portal recently opened in the back of my skull that allows my soul momentary vacations into the notes apps and grocery lists of anyone within a 20 foot radius of the back of my skull where the portal is. No one else knows I can do this, but I trust you to know okay? And you know why? Because I saw whats on your grocery list. I saw what's in your notes app. I know where the bodies are buried. Well metaphorical bodies anyways. But i know where to dig to really hurt you. I know where to unearth the pain you thought you got rid of two phones ago. I know about what you put on the cloud.
ummm waiter? theres a hair in my soup. yes sir i put that there sir its my pubic hair sir because i fucked your soup sir i fucked your soup on the way from the kitchen to your table sir and i left a pubic hair behind sir so you would point out that there was a hair in your soup sir so i could tell you that i fucked it sir but i was not able to finish sir i was not able to cum sir