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I was drawing a bunch of pentagrams in my notebook during math class because I was bored and I think I drew 150 pentagrams in total before a devilish-looking guy wearing a red suit broke down the door of the classroom and yelled “wHAT the fUCK do you wANT?!”

All my strait friends keep coming to me when they have questions about gay people and I’m just like

Guys, I am one lone lesbian.

I am not the lorax of the gays.

I do not speak for all the LGBTs

I also have the need to entertain you and will constantly ask if you want anything if you come to my home because “being a good host” was drilled into me from birth

I’ve always been a bit of a kleptomaniac, but to this day I’ve never taken anything that made any logical sense. For example:

A wrench off the top of a fire hydrant

A coil of rope from behind a dumpster (it wasn’t dirty)

A big ass tree branch I carried for two miles that barely fit in my friend’s car; reaching from the driver’s seat through the little door thing and into the trunk

A broken piano from the side of the road that I dragged toward my house for half a mile before giving up (pianos are heavy)

Maybe he has a hoarding problem maybe he doesn’t. You’ll never know unless you open the box.

Musical chairs? I thought you said Magical chairs

Well, there’s no un-summoning the demon now so we might as well play

concept: Faebook 

You know the rules Carlos, if you can’t show me 100 pieces of gold, you don’t have it in your bag.

Tell the players that the pocket dimension in their portable hole/bag of holding/etc is your dimension, and they must have an irl copy of whatever they store inside.

gay ppl be like yea these are my comfort characters *literal ray of sunshine*, *murderer*, *war criminal*, *six feet under*

Life is a stage play and everyone has a script but me