
Y’know, I can’t be mad at GAW. Like, at all.
First and foremost, because if I do, they win.
Second, coolness is not their end, it’s the vehicle for their bullshit. They ride the motherfucking concept, like the cheap whore it is, for the delivery of their sick jokestry, and give absolutely zero fucks for the approval or praise of their peers.
Third, because they make AWCY mad. Look at that “whom?”, these bastards never say whom. It’s seething with pure rage. GAW’s own brand of nihilism is putting their pretentious dada crap in jeopardy. And they created them.
And they know it . _.
Netflix’s L having an English accent.
MOTHER FUCKER
THEY DID NOT è Aé
The thing I’m gonna miss most from We Are Number One mashups is that it went against the intrinsic nature of all memes by existing for the purpose of fighting a cancer.
When not one, but two people tag you on the same post, that’s when you really feel the love ;` ^´;
Make yourself a glass of baby formula and see if any memory comes rushing back when you drink it.
Learning that glass is neither solid nor liquid has been the biggest fuckening of my brain I’ve had in my life. I actually felt dirty after learning such a thing.
what’s the deal with this coconut water the one with pulp is just so much sweeter than the no pulp one what kind of nepotism in a can kinda bullshit
Let’s clarify.
The new kid on the block in Fashion Town is a sweater:

THESE are Virgin Killer Dresses:

