Yes. It’s 7 minutes to 7 and I’m just now leaving work. And yes, it’s fucking cold. I wanna go home and wrap up in a blanket, turn on some Netflix, and drink some hot chocolate. With fucking marshmallows. Who wants to join me?!?
so, in sophomore year, we had a science class with a rather attractive female teacher and I was a quiet rather shy kid at the back of the class. While we were going over the digestive system when one kid innocently asked “Ms. G, why do we swallow?” to which i screamed from my seat “Because spitters are quitters!!” and the student proceeded to get out of his seat and run over and high five me before the two us had to see the principal.