R.I.P. MSN, the only messenger that allowed me to send a giant unavoidable popup of a pig shaking his ass to funky techno music to my conversational partner if they were ignoring me
stands outside the divorce court waiting for hot dads who need love
My Mom just accidentally prematurely sent an email to an accounting firm… It was supposed to say ‘I am afraid that we will have to postpone our meeting”
but she hit send when all it said was
I am afraid
THIS POS T GETS ME EVEYRTIME
"bisexual? you mean you’re experimenting?"
*kicks test tubes and alien hybrid under a desk* “um no what do you mean”
This made me realize you can’t compare your past relations with your new ones, every flame burns differently.(via fulmadz)
I had the hiccups, but then I thought about my future and it scared them away
This is it. This perfectly sums up the “nice guy” entitlement fuckery.