Bruh...
Bruh...
Second one.
Move to Jamaica, no one cares.
Ask yo momma.
(That makes no sense but it ENTICES)
Because of the implication.
(Don’t know if this makes anymore sense, just yes and-ing)
You can’t sling shit if no one will get near you
Except, ironically, shit. But don’t be that person.
Messa hooooorny.
Yeah, talk for sure. I can always just pretend to be mute if it ends up bothering me.
You are not allowed to kill yourself
Well, who’s gonna stop me?
Hi there. First of all, i feel kinda bad at giving advice there, because I’m not some kind of a psychology/psychiatry/lifestyle/… professional, and also I don’t know you or whether your current point of life (or whatever you perceive as this point) is a part of a downwards trend, or you just feel particularly shitty today. But anyway:
Isn’t there usually a reward in these questions? Like 1 million dollars?
Can I pick neither? Not worth it.
I was young and full of hope when this film was released in theaters.
No longer, Jar Jar taught me I am never cynical enough.
“I’m sure they are just whining, how bad could it be?” I said to myself…