Oh, You Think You're Safe Now?

Me: Hey can I not clean the table? The sponge and food remnants is a sensory nightmare and the feel of it all makes me want to crawl out of my own skin.

My parents: Okay :) Clean the table.

It's in the eye of the beholder

[ordering from a new york city deli]

hi, um, can i get a man?

yeah, man, awright. tits or no tits?

no tits. and, uh, hold the top surgery scars.

hold the- AY TONY! WE GOT A MAN WITH NO TOP SURGERY SCARS?

[voice from back] A MAN WITH TITS?

NAH, NO TITS, NO SCARS.

[voice from back] NO TITS AND NO SCARS? WHAT IS THIS GUY, FUCKIN’ STUPID?

YOU HEARD TONY GO GET OUTTA LINE

hmmm why does my uterus hurt and why do i feel kinda off. weird. surely these are not the warning symptoms of a predictable biological process that occurs on a regular schedule. anyway. im going to wear white pants today.

La une de Libé aujourd'hui, pas degueu

(guys this is one of the important newspapers in france - leftie newspaper but still)

Perona daddy said he was on call

JAIME WHY WOULD YOU EXPOSE US LIKE THAT 😭😭😭😭😭

Normalest conversation in loguetown harbor

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