Guys who try to use the “Are you on your period?” as way to end an argument always amuse me. Because it gives me the excuse to lean in close and whisper.
“I started my day by waking up in a pool of my own blood. Is that how you’d like me to end yours?”
omfg this is great
New favorite comeback.
my favorite mythical creatures are the happy girls in tampon commercials
I BROKE MY CAPS LOCK BUTTON HELP ME
have you tried turning it off and back on again
I HIT IT REALLY HARD AND STILL HASN’T TURNED OFF
there is no need to shout ma’am. have you tried turning it off and back on
I AM NOT SHOUTING
IT DOESN’T TURN OFF
ma’am, ma’am, have you tried turning it on & off again
i want to create a tv show about a group of friends where they’re all queer except the one token cishet friend who’s only there to say stereotypical “straight” things for laughs like “macklemore got me into rap” and “my mom and i got into a fight because she wouldn’t buy me a fourth obey snapback”
Or we could just stop stereotyping people.
Well, four hours later, it’s complete. It’s almost five pages and I’m pretty sure only half of it makes sense but it’s done. Now I’m gonna go hibernate. For the rest of forever.