Have you considered:
Modern furniture is a vengeful god that was never meant to be touched and all those who dare defy it will suffer eternal pain from the pits of hell
Real talk I hate modern interior design. I loathe it. I detest it in the personal vindictive way typically reserved for middle school bullies and extended family members who vote republican. Modern furniture design is grotesque, and not in the fun freaky way I respect. It is disgusting. It is morally indefensible. It has no back support, provides no comfort, no joy, no cushion for my tush or my spine. Minimalism does not exist for you, it in fact resents your very presence and the fact of your birth. These worthless sticks of chrome and pleather furniture are shaped solely to stroke the slimy egoes of fool designers & capitalists & hipster-cum-sports bars that charge $12 for an appetizer. Such morally defunct furnishings are for observation and corporate office waiting room decoration only, their raison d'etre is stubbed toes and back pain, they exist to punish you for having the needs of flesh, how dare you mistake them for friends
The queen is who we all aspire to be
A well playing job, countless new friends, *and* I can legally threaten bitchy customers with an iron rod? Where do I sign?
I’ll keep them graves so spotless you’ll be able to see the reflection of your dead loved ones standing hauntingly behind you.
fuck it up buttercup
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
*rolls that fucking cage full of ping pong balls or whatever* who had "missing teenager discovered to be hiding under trapdoor in bedroom closet" for 2020 Bingo?
Every day when I drive back from my college campus I see this sign that says “Bike Stripers” and every day I get super excited about the idea of seeing hot girls stripping on motercycles before I realize it’s an auto shop. Every day. My brain forgets every day that it’s an advertisement for the auto shop. Apparently I’ve got a thing for hot girls on motercycles. And apparently it causes my brain to short-circuit for a couple seconds.
Good luck trying to find a gold bar in this dumpster fire of a blog
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