sorry I can’t go to school tomorrow I fractured my motivation
*slam dunks this assignment in the trash* *spraypaints “essays are gay” on the wall*
once in kindergarten a girl asked me to write “super girl” on her arm since i was the only kid who could write so i wrote “shit” on her arm and i hid under the table for like 30 minutes then the teacher found me and yelled at me then called my parents and my dad laughed so hard he cried
what did the french chef say to the pancake?
I DONT GIVE A CRÊPE
SALT AND VINEGAR CHIPS ARE GROSS MAN VINEGAR IS GROSS DONT PUT IT ON MY CHIPS
” Tired of not having enough summer on your dash? “
Me: NO I’M TIRED OF YOUR SELF PROMO SHIT EVERFUCKINGWHERE
got a family of 4 in my house :)X
my husband died, just me n the kids :(X
”we’re not calling him dad.”
i am legitimately interested in this story
every other weekend, he has his kid, from a previous marriage, over.
we got a couple of dalmatians
goddammit cruella not this shit again
I tried to not reblog this.