can't think of that dude's name

🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Record Player: HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.

anonymous asked:

Can I just say how funny it is that the biggest spoiler for Name of the Wind is "he just can't get into the library". Like. That's the entire book. Right there.

Dude, totally right??? Like, when you think about it, nothing happens, yet everything happens, which just speaks to Pat’s genius, how he can make such mundane events seem so monumental and engrossing for the readers. (I love these books so much) (they are magical in so many senses of the word) (and like, beautiful) (just so beautiful) 

anonymous asked:

Hey! :)) I'm a trans guy and I have a dance recital comig up in about a month. The problem is that we will be wearing very tight dresses and I have terrible dysphoria. My parents are not accepting of me and my teacher has already said many nasty things about being transgender meaning that I have no one to talk to. I can't sleep at night and I've started hurting myself again because I have absolutely no idea what to do and can't imagine having to wear a dress... What woul you do?

Tobias says:

I’m not often put in positions where I have to wear a dress, but I’ve heard that it helps to think of yourself as an actor or spy, and you’re just playing a part. You’re not really “Amanda”, you’re just a dude who has to pretend to be Amanda. [except insert birth name here]. I know it’s not a permanent fix, but maybe if you think of yourself as a grade A spy tricking everyone instead of a sad boy, it’ll help things a bit. 

Now, I know this doesn’t work for everyone, so if followers or other mods have any ideas of other ways this guy can fight his dysphoria, please help him out!

I PAINT MY NAILS WHILE I EAT
  • Cashier: This sucks!
  • Other Cashier: *yawns* What sucks?
  • Cashier: This job. I'm so bored. Why can't we just leave?
  • Other Cashier: We've only got two more hours left.
  • Cashier: Yeah, but no one is going to come in. No one shops here. Let's stop pretending that this place is profitable and go home and do important things like sleeping or masturbating.
  • Other Cashier: I mean, you can masturbate in the back room and no one will notice.
  • Cashier: I know, but it's comfier at home.
  • Other Cashier: I get what you're saying, though.
  • Cashier: About masturbating?
  • Other Cashier: No, about going home. I'd do it, but I'm too big of a fan of making money.
  • Cashier: I don't care about money. It's not like my money goes to anything important. I'm pretty against money. I'm a libertarian.
  • Other Cashier: Libertarians love money, dude.
  • Cashier: Oh. What were the names of the one's who hate money?
  • Other Cashier: Commies?
  • Cashier: Yeah, I'm a commie! Fuck money! Everything should be free! ...What does commie even mean?
  • Other Cashier: *shrugs* I don't know. Probably short for something.
  • Cashier: Is it like a race of people or something?
  • Other Cashier: I think so. I hope it's not some sort of ethnic slur.
  • Cashier: I think I'm going to stop calling myself a c*mmie just in case.
  • Other Cashier: Yeah, that's a good idea.
  • *doors slides open*
  • Cashier: Did you see that?
  • Other Cashier: The doors?
  • Cashier: No, the 30% off beauty supplies sign. Of course the doors, dude! They just opened by themselves.
  • *doors slide closed*
  • Cashier: Omigod! That's so creepy. *tugs other cashier's shirt* Isn't that so creepy?
  • Other Cashier: Iunno. Not a big deal to me. Maybe they like malfunctioned or something. It happens.
  • Cashier: Yeah, but you don't think it's suspicious that they malfunctioned when we're in here alone?
  • Other Cashier: Not really, dude. I mean, if they were gonna malfunction, they were gonna do so whether or not anyone was here.
  • Cashier: I guess that makes sense... Hey, that reminds me of this creepy thought I had.
  • Other Cashier: Yeah?
  • Cashier: You remember Mary Kate & Ashley.
  • Other Cashier: The twins?
  • Cashier: No, the other Mary Kate & Ashley.
  • Other Cashier: There was another set of Mary Kate & Ashleys!?
  • Cashier: No, dummy. I was talking about the twins.
  • Other Cashier: Then why did you say there were another set of them?
  • Cashier: I was messing with you.
  • Other Cashier: That's a dumb way of messing with someone.
  • Cashier: Well, you can be really dumb sometimes?
  • Other Cashier: I'm dumb? Aren't you the one who's a commie.
  • Cashier: Don't say c*mmie when it's probably a slur!
  • Other Cashier: *covers mouth* Forgot, sorry dude. Anyway, what were you going to say about Mary Kate & Ashley.
  • Cashier: I don't know, probably something made up and dumb. They're both dead anyway, so who cares.
  • Other Cashier: They died?
  • Cashier: Probably. I mean have you heard anything about them in the last few years?
  • Other Cashier: Nope. I guess they are dead then.
  • *glass shattering*
  • Cashier: Eep! What the hell was that!?
  • Other Cashier: Sounds like it came from the beauty supplies section.
  • Cashier: That's the most isolated part of the store. What if it's like... I don't know a fucking spirit or something?
  • Other Cashier: Spirits aren't real.
  • Cashier: So you think we just go nowhere when we die?
  • Other Cashier: No, like, dead spirits are real. But, like, ghost spirits aren't? Dead spirits probably want to go to heaven instead of sticking around the flesh zone.
  • Cashier: But what if they're going to hell soon? I'd rather haunt a shitty store than go to hell!
  • Other Cashier: We're not supposed to talk about religion at work, dude. Listen, I'm going to check out what broke. You just sit here and twiddle your thumbs or whatever. *walks off*
  • Cashier: Alright, be safe. *twiddle, twiddle, twiddle*
  • Cashier: *looks up at clock* Holy shit! There's only five minutes before my shift ends. Twiddling your thumb wastes so much time. But, my co-worker hasn't come back yet. God, this is bad. No. Stop being paranoid. It's probably nothing. They probably cleaned up whatever broke and went home early. But, that means I have to close this place myself. Shit. I hate closing by myself. It's so creepy.
  • *glass shatters*
  • *a groan comes from within the store*
  • Cashier: *sweats and glances up at the clock* Wow, still five minutes left until my shift ends. Time really does slow down when you're paying attention.
  • *another louder groan*
  • Cashier: Haha, look at the time. Still five minutes left. Every second feels like an hour when you're as hard a worker as I am. *sweats harder* I guess there's nothing wrong with calling it in early, right? That's what being a c*mmie all about. Leaving work whenever you want. Worker's rights and such. It's not in my job description to deal with whatever the fuck is probably in the back of the store. I mean. I'm just a cashier. *shuts off lights and locks up the store* My co-worker probably went out the back anyway. Yeah, that's it. Everything's cool. I'm not doing anything wrong.
  • Cashier: *walks off into the night* I can't wait to go home and have a completely normal night not at all bothered by whatever unseen events just transpired.
  • *the doors to the store are slowly forced open*
  • *hundreds of tiny maggots squirm out in the direction of the cashier*
Undertale - Starter Sentences
  • SPOILER WARNINGS AHEAD! Please proceed with caution. As always, feel free to change any pronouns/words to your liking.
  • "You're new here, aren'tcha?"
  • "Golly, you must be so confused."
  • "Hey buddy, you missed some."
  • "Is this a joke? Are you braindead?"
  • "You just wanted to see me suffer."
  • "Ah, do not be afraid, my child."
  • "Welcome to your new home."
  • "Here, take my hand for a moment."
  • "I should not have left you alone for so long."
  • "Surprise! It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie."
  • "I want you to have a nice time living here."
  • "I have seen it time and time again. They come. They leave. They die."
  • "I am only protecting you, do you understand?"
  • "Hmph. You are just like the others."
  • "Attack or run away!"
  • "I know you want to go home, but..."
  • "I promise I will take good care of you here. I know we do not have much, but... We can have a good life here."
  • "My expectations... My loneliness... My fear... For you, I will put them aside."
  • "Do not worry about me. Someone has to take care of these flowers."
  • "Quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp."
  • "I will bathe in a shower of kisses every morning."
  • "Hmm... Maybe this lamp will help you."
  • "He's playing poker by himself. He appears to be losing."
  • "I can't be your friend!"
  • "I guess this means I have to go out on a date with you?"
  • "All that pressure to succeed... Really got to her..."
  • "You know what would be more valuable to everyone? If you were dead."
  • "You think I'm gonna be friends with you, huh?"
  • "We're gonna be best friends!!"
  • "Envision these vegetables as your greatest enemy! Now!! Pound them to dust with your fists!!"
  • "Uh, you know, like a robotic TV star or something."
  • "Now he's an unstoppable killing machine with a thirst for human blood?"
  • "Yes, she scrawls her name in the margins of the notes. She names programming variables after her. She even writes stories of them together, sharing a domestic life. Probability of crush -- 101%."
  • "Yeah, you gotta save your money for college and spiders."
  • "D-Dude... I can't... I can't take this anymore! Not like this!! Like, [NAME]! I like... I like, LIKE you, bro!"
  • "I found a gun in the dumpster!"
  • "He's like, my robot husband. He just doesn't know it yet."
  • "You've still got time. Don't live like me. I'm 19-years old, and I've already wasted my entire life."
  • "Never interact with attractive people."
  • "Why do people find him so attractive? He's literally just a freaking rectangle."
  • "Future? What future? I'll probably be trapped at this stupid job forever."
  • "This was all just a big show. An act. [NAME] has been playing you for the fool the whole time."
  • "All so you would think she's the great person that she's not."
  • "Nice day today, huh? Birds are singing, flowers are blooming..."
  • "We could be like... Like a family..."
  • "You really are an idiot."
  • "Killing me is the only way to end this."
  • "If you let me live... I'll come back. I'll kill you. I'll kill everyone you love."
  • "Don't you realize that being nice... just makes you get hurt?"
  • "Let's go to the garbage dump!!"
  • "She's so confident... And strong... And funny..."
  • "I'm just a nobody. A fraud. All I've ever done is hurt people. I've told her so many lies, she thinks I'm... She thinks I'm a lot cooler than I actually am."
  • "If she gets close to me, she'll... She'll find out the truth about me. ... What should I do?"
  • "Let's roleplay it."
  • "I kiss her back... S...softly... I... l-look gently into her eyes... I START HOLLERING!! [NAME]!!! I LOVE YOU!!! [NAME]!!! KISS ME AGAIN, [NAME]!!!"
  • "...WHAT did you just say?"
  • "You don't have to lie to me. I don't want you to have to lie to anyone anymore."
  • "[NAME]... I want to help you become happy with who you are."
  • "Anime is real, RIGHT?!"
  • "[NAME] and I finished our training early. Very early. So I sent her home. Very home."
  • "Is that your ex? Gee, that's rough, buddy."
  • "OH MY GOD. Will you two just smooch already?!"
  • "It's all your fault. It's all because you made them love you."
  • "Your life will end here, where no one remembers you..."
  • "No! I don't need anyone!"
  • "[NAME]... Do you know why I keep doing this? Why I keep fighting to have you around?"
  • "I'm doing this... because you're special. You're the only one that understands me."
  • "I care about you, [NAME]. I care about you more than anyone else in the world."
  • "I'm not ready for this to end. I'm not ready to say goodbye to someone like you again."
  • "I'm so alone... I'm so afraid... [NAME], I... I... I'm so sorry."
  • "I always was a crybaby, wasn't I?"
  • "I wish I could tell you how everyone feels about you."
  • "I understand if you can't forgive me. I understand if you hate me. I acted so horrible. I hurt you. I hurt so many people. There's no excuse for what I've done."
  • "Maybe... The truth is... [NAME] wasn't really the greatest person."
  • "You're the type of friend I wish I always had."
  • "Take a deep breath. There's nothing left to worry about."

Eddie: Wait so your my new teamate mada right?

Mada: Yeah but dude this gonna shock you but im really..

Eddie: You remind me of my good friend Adam.

Mada: Tell me more..

Eddie: Yeah he helps me when i feel sad, is all around a good guy and honestly happy i met him.

Mada: wow thanks Edmund because im Adam and it really…

Eddie: I know your adam.

Adam: wait..

Eddie: You think wearing a fedora and chamging your name backwords would trick me?

Adam:……

Eddie: You think im a idiot?

Adam:…….

Eddie: lets just go fucks some shit up.

Adam:……yeah!

hollypodge  asked:

Dude, I don't know why, but I just saw your reply to my 'Alistair 4 dad' message, and thought of wee Duncan makes me so happy! Also, I can't decide who would baby the poor guy/girl (I don't think Alistair would let gender get in the way of naming all his children Duncan), Bree or Alistair... or possibly the very blond older Duncans/siblings.

All I want in this world is for Alistair to grow fat and old and happy with the loving partner of his choice.  

… And then I reserve a special place in my heart for the ‘if Alistair had ALL the babies he’d name ALL the babies Duncan’ AU.  Duncan, Duncanna, Duncanessa, Duncan IV, Wee Duncan, Baby Wee Duncan, Duncould, Duncant, I mean the list could go on and on.  

If Alistair had babies, he would totally baby his babies more than Bree.  She can be a taskmaster when she puts her mind to it.

anonymous asked:

honey mustard flavored chips (think like mcdonald's or friendly's for reference not honey dijon) and my spaceship would be named petrichor

DUDE that would be one hella tasty chip and a beautiful spaceship you should be proud

  • Kevin: *has crush on Holtzmann*
  • Kevin: *tries to impress Holtzmann with big words he can't pronounce or define*
  • Holtzmann: *confused but amused*
  • Kevin: *randomly takes off his shirt in front of Holtzmann to flex*
  • Holtzmann: *confused and disturbed*
  • Kevin: *finally works up the nerve to ask Holtzmann out on a date*
  • Holtzmann: *confused and silent*
  • Patty: *pokes head in*
  • Patty: She gay dude stop it.
  • Kevin: ...
  • Holtzmann: what she said
  • Kevin: ...
  • Kevin: ...
  • Kevin: wait. Holtzmann's a woman?
  • Patty: yeah what'd you think?
  • Kevin: I thought he was a man!
  • Holtzmann: why did you think that?
  • Kevin: Because your name is HoltzMANN. Not HoltzWOMAN.
  • Patty & Holtz: *share a look*
  • Patty: she's a chick, dude
  • Kevin: oh. Alright. Nevermind then!

riderdatsu  asked:

Oh! I love how you draw Amane-chan in kamy's style! *faints out* so btw, I've thinking 'bout your AU, so is there Amane with the Bakuras or you do like the canon -dead-? So, there a 3rd option, be a father/daughter relationship with thief king bakura? I love that last one and wanna to write a OS with them :3 -just mess and fluffy stuff and lil' angst ya know? xD

Sorry dude, Amane is dead in the AU but Ryo still writes letters to her about his wonderful life. 

becauseforoncethisisme  asked:

How does narcissism play into Jaime never speaking of the wildfire? (Related: I understand why he did that for the sake of the story, but I don't from a Watsonian perspective. Dude, that will clear your name! You think Tywin can't manipulate singers and rumor?)

Because Jaime, quite a bit like Tyrion, has this anti-hero identity going on. The ignorant masses despise me because of the best thing I ever did, I’m so misunderstood, I’m also a bad boy because I sleep with my sister, but also I’m better than all of you and I don’t owe anyone an explanation, who are you to judge me, etc. etc. 

As we see here:

“Do you think the noble Lord of Winterfell wanted to hear my feeble explanations? Such an honorable man. He only had to look at me to judge me guilty.” Jaime lurched to his feet, the water running cold down his chest. “By what right does the wolf judge the lion? By what right?”

  • <p> <b>Me (before finding out Anish Kapoor is a massive douche):</b> You know, I'm going to call the bean by its real name "Cloud Gate" because that's what the artist wants and I support artistic integrity<p/><b>Me (After finding out Anish Kapoor is a massive douche):</b> Dude I just love the Bean. Don't you just love the bean? Man I can't stop thinking about the bean. Let's all go to the bean and take selfies with the bean. The bean is so great dude I love the bean!! I'm going to go shove beans up my ass!<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

Wait who was the black Nazi and when did tumblr side with him? I can't believe I never heard that??

aaaaah anon anon anon buckle up

  • charlie hebdo shootings happened
  • tumblr jumped on that ship saying it was a racist problematic newspaper basically implying they deserved it
  • while the jewish people were held hostage in the supermarket like two days later tumblr people were busy thrashing charlie hebdo over a fairly non flattering drawing of this dude named deudonné
  • deudonné is a french black comedian whose existence I learned of bc his show was forbidden to go on stage at some point in paris (I think) bc IT WAS FULL OF FUCKING ANTISEMITISM 
  • guy is 100% true antisemitist TM, coined some kind of alternate nazi salute he uses without a problem and basically sprouts nazi rhetoric left and right
  • so the drawing was of this guy with a banana in his ass with a title that was a joke referencing the name he uses for his alternate nazi salute
  • tumblr totally discarded the explanations from the french and decided deudonné was a victim of racism and CH was anti-black and who cares if the guy’s a neonazi and an antisemite
  • meanwhile jewish people were being killed in the aforementioned supermarket

aaaaand that was that time tumblr sided with a black nazi and never realized bc no one took the time to fucking read the frenchs’ explanations

  • Me, traversing the white light: Oh boy, what a nice long slide!
  • Me, sliding down: This is absolutely worth all the suffering I had to endure in Lost Izalith.
  • Me, hitting the ground: Wait music? This is another bossfight, isn't it?
  • Me: Bed of Chaos? BED OF CHAOS? Dude, I fight a bed of chaos every morning when I get up. Is this a joke? They're making me fight a bed, honestly?
  • Me: .........
  • Me: Oh.
  • Me: Ooooohhh....
  • Me: I don't think they mean that kind of bed
  • Me: ????????wHA
  • Me: ????????????WHAT HTE HELL
  • Bed of Chaos: :^) U asked for it