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HELLO????
when i was in middle school i started dating this weird guy from the math team because i thought i needed to have a boyfriend and he was one of two guys in the school didn’t bully me (the other was my little cousin) but when we had our “first date” on a school field trip, he told me he couldn’t hold my hand because a bat had gotten into his room and bit him and given him rabies and he didn’t want to give it to me. we couldn’t touch each other. we “dated” for like 2 months but we basically just hung out at coldstone at the mall and talked about how much we hated everyone else. he told me he was dying of rabies so he needed me to feed him ice cream to keep up his strength and that it was because of me that he had lasted this long and that i had to write down his life story (i used to carry around one of those glittery diaries with a lock where i wrote free verse about my depression) so that his brilliant mind would not be forgotten after his death. eventually he told me that we had to stop seeing each other bc he didn’t want me to have to watch my boyfriend die, and i got pissed at him for doubting my loyalty (also some other kids had started throwing sticks at us when we hung out) so that was the end for us but then he got caught making bombs in his basement and accidentally blew up some other guy’s hand and he got expelled from high school. i found out that other stuff when we ran into each other during the SATs. he was lying about the rabies, obviously.
Heathers (1989)
ok but jokes aside a bait troll really can be literally dangling right in front of your eyes and y’all will still fall for it won’t you
[text reads: ill*, with hovertext reading: rabies, self dxed]
now thats what i call a take
Me listening to Aunt Molly Jackson sing folk songs about the struggles and hardships faced by mine workers in the Appalachian coal pits: this is bourgeois culture
“The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.” – George Orwell, Animal Farm
This review of the show Young Sheldon is the only review I need.
[Image Caption: Screenshot of a FB comment from a user named Bobby. The comment reads:
“If you distilled every bad thing about sitcoms, the American mentality of proud idiocy and mocking others you don’t understand, white people, our terrible education system, and making fun of what is essentially autism and then you fed it to Shub-Niggurath, The Black Goat of the Woods With a Thousand Young, and she passed it through her dead yet not dad womb and produced a single yet somehow numerous chittering pile of maws and clavicles that thrum with some kind of harrowing, primordial music that reminds you that the end of all things is truly inevitable and always sits at the peripheryof your feeble lizard brain and that thing started to warp reality and collapse the integrity of all time and space around itself I would rather FUCK that thing with my own penis than watch this show for a single, solitary moment.”]
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