“ARE YOU READY TO ROCK??” the hyped-up rock singer shouts at the wild crowd. suddenly everyone goes silent. one lone soul from near the back shouts back “no, we arent.” everyone else murmurs in agreement. the concert is over.
*little red riding hood voice* why grandma, what dank kush you have!
all the better to GET BLAZED with, my child
and don’t get me started on how her trips to the gym aren’t yielding any results.
at all.
why is my mother such a raging bitch sometimes like it’s my graduation party can’t I make the decisions IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK PEOPLE
