a few days ago bf told me that a couple years ago when he played counterstrike he would respond to dudes getting angry and aggressive and hostile by saying “a kissaroo from me to you” in a slightly goofy friendly voice sort of like the voice you’d associate with a dog muppet. he said they would absolutely lose their shit every time, insisting things like “i dont want a kissaroo from you! only tall blonde girls!”. they always said kissaroo. i cant stop thinking about this
do you ever get so frustrated with a video game that you are no longer rational and you start literally jumping into pits because maybe thats the fucking solution to this bullshit of a dungeon puzzle
sure everyone says theyre excited about ‘spirit week’ but the minute i awaken a few ancient spirits and raise the dead suddenly im a ‘witch’ and ‘ruining homecoming’
[puts far more meat than is reasonable into tortilla] [tortilla doesn’t fold fully or correctly] bullshit. what’s wrong with you. fuck you
two men in brooklyn duck into an alleyway
they look around the corner, down the alley, in the dumpsters, above their heads.
safe, they breathe a sigh of relief.
"so, as i was saying," says one, "that steve rogers kid sure is weird—"
"HEY GUYS WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT" bucky yells as he pops out of a manhole cover
the deep sea terrifies me and so do the southern united states