Pink is the countries in which Britain has invaded, I mean seriously Britain. (I am British)
My theory is, all right we were a young country. Everyone has trouble growing up, everyone has rebellious stages, some countries skateboarded and didn’t listen to their mothers; and we just happened to go for world domination. Everyone’s different.
I repeat, pink is countries Britain has invaded
Sometimes I think about my funeral, and I think to myself did I lead a respectful life? No. So why would I have a respectful funeral. So when I die, my ashes are going to be mixed with glitter, and then they are going to be exploded out of my coffin like a firework display. Whilst I and the glitter rain down on my guests, THX 4 THE MMRS by Fall out Boy shall play loudly.
Date a girl who dates you. Date a girl who dates.
Date a girl who goes on dates
Date figs, Fig Dates
Date a girl who farms dates.
Date a girl who feeds you dates.
Date a date.
That was your drink talking? Well, right now, MY drink is talking. And it’s saying, “Drink me, I make life more fun. Anyone from a high school senior to a tramp under a bridge knows that!”
Last night I realised pretty much any horror movie I have watched recently goes like this.
- white family moves into house
- the house got some shit in it
- family refuses to acknowledge that they got some shit in they house
- turns out that shit is some ultrashit