this was probably one of the saddest moments of my childhood
the idea of being right-handed or left-handed is so fucked up. like how in the hell is it evolutionarily advantageous to have one hand that’s good at everything and one that’s fucking useless. why aren’t we all dead.
am i a boy? am i a girl? who knows!! but everyone finds me hot and that makes everyone gay
BREAKING NEWS: if you ever judge anyone based on the number of sexual partners they’ve had, you’re a complete imbecile.
I beg to differ.
If someone has had more than one hundred thousand sexual partners I will absolutely judge them because that is impressive as hell.
I was expecting that to go somewhere else than it did and I’m pleased with the ending
A guy once told me he had sex with more than 300 women and I would never date him because either he thought I was stupid enough to believe that ridiculous number or he has way to much time on his hands
my favorite thing in stories is when the antagonist doesn’t die, but instead they realize they were being kind of a stupid dick (maybe because the protagonist saved them or something) and then they have to kind of awkwardly tag along with the heroes in order to make up for their mistakes and gradually become slightly less evil
cargo shorts can hold everything except a conversation with a woman