Cards Against Humanity.
I’m a big fan. Well, I bought this.
It’s great. It hold all of my shit. But it holds something else too.
If you have it, open your box.
You see how I started to tear away at the top of the box there?
Do it carefully.
There’s something in there. What could that be?
There’s a card.
There is a card literally hidden in the top of the box.
But what card?
I fucking love these people.
american money seems so confusing
its all the same colour so u have to like pay attention when ur giving people money
like what if u go to give a friend a dollar and accidentally give them $100??? what if u dont correct them???
add some colour 2 ur economy america
vive la australia
Grab her booty in front of dudes who want her.
Grab her booty in front of women who want you.
That second one means so much.
I really resent the idea that if a woman writes about her feelings, she has too many feelings. And I really resent the ‘be careful, buddy, she’s going to write a song about you’ angle, because it trivializes what I do.
It makes it seem like creating art is something you do as a cheap weapon rather than an artistic process. They can say whatever they want about my personal life because I know what my personal life is, and it involves a lot of TV and cats and girlfriends. But I don’t like it when they start to make cheap shots at my songwriting. Because there’s no joke to be made there.
throwback to me in high school