That'll do...maybe?
My mom says my poop smells bad. I don't know how she smelled that...really.
Ask something. Not that! I'm 15 years old, you pedo.
Remember the other day when I left a post about how I was basically going to give my OCD the middle finger and follow a bunch of people I’ve been meaning to en masse?
Remember how I totally failed at it a few minutes later and ninja erased the post?
I’ve been experimenting and I think I’ve found a brain loop hole. And I don’t just mean more lists either. I just added 4 of those people and my brain is all “Hey, whatever, mang.” I’m gonna try some more tomorrow and take it slow so I don’t end up having to ninja erase this post too, but Happy Stereo is happy.
Also, I’ve decided to go back to IHOP tomorrow for more cheesecake pancakes, because DAMN!
Congratulations. If you delete, will it delete from my Tumblr thing, too?
Because I’m ReBlogging this just in case you fail. Because I’m a bad person.
*zig zag snapping fingers* OH NO YOU DIDN’T!