i know what i’m doing on the next party night
sounds like fun
Friend: “Hey remember in 6th grade when y-“
I seem to keep ending up with these bad boy characters. I don’t understand what’s going on. I walk the street in New York feeling like I’m Paul Rudd or something, but apparently no one else sees it that way.
*runs after garbage truck* WAIT!!!!! YOU FORGOT ME!!!!!
When you find fries in the bottom of your McDonald’s bag