I was not expecting quite so many people to reblog this with a shout out to their own personal brand of anti-anxiety medication, but I guess its nice to know a lot of us are just out here tricking our brains into doing basic tasks, cartoon character high-jink style
My brain, having a meltdown like a toddler: everything is bad and awful and I absolutely refuse to function in these working conditions *dumps a shitload of adrenaline into the nervous system*
Me, sighing heavily and holding up lorazepam: would ya do it for a Scooby snack?
My sincerest apologies to everyone I told that my allergies got worse after taking testosterone, turns out I just needed to buy a nose hair trimmer, my bad lol
I was only at the Devil’s sacrament for the gossip I swear!
i need to stop picking at my face but the problem is theres Textures On There and i would prefer if there Werent
*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?
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.
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)
The puns! I live for the puns like this!
This
nothing brings me more joy than repeatedly doing a bit that my mother dislikes
Good luck trying to find a gold bar in this dumpster fire of a blog
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