Me: [replaces the word ‘eat’ with ‘vore’ to annoy my friends]
Friend: hey,how many straight ships do you have ?
Me : me,oh i have loads.
Friend : name them then.
Me : * sweats nervously * well there's ..um..no it's..wait I've got this , don't rush me.
Friend: you don't have any do you.
Me : No.
ship: the gays
OTP: The Special Gays™
when you get annoyed by the sound of people eating
Who would win in a bad bitch alien fight
there is one rat for every person in new york city
if you live in new york city then one day, when you die, your personal rat will appear and lead you to the underworld