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williamwaffles:

>Friday night
>walking down street in town, nothing else to do
>spot three friends from school
>playitcoolman.jpg
>it’s three people I know
>I don’t know them that well
>the fuck do I say? Do I say hello or play it cool and not say anything
>shitshitshitshit
>break down and jump into nearest shop door
>it’s a clothing store
>I walk into the store, might as well pretend I’m doing something 
>people I know turn into same store
>fuckingbullshit.png
>I go to the back of the shop and lean against the wall, all cool like
>instantly spotted
>”Hey, Anon!”
>”H-hey!”
>”Yo, I haven’t seen you in a while!”
>”Y-you too!”
>At this point, I’m visibly shaking
>”Do you have the homework from yesterday?”
>”H-heh, not today!”
>they all stare at me, my poor attempt for a joke having failed miserably
>whole store is caught up in our conversation now, I’d been yelling and hadn’t realized it
>”Don’t mind Anon, he’s a bit… out there.” Someone says to the store manager
>”Heheheh, you know it!”
>I attempt to push myself off the wall and walk away
>end up shoving myself to the ground and skidding a few feet
>dead silence
>spaghetti starts pouring out of my pockets
>cry like a bitch in front of everyone
>mfw


So, how did all of you spend your Friday nights?



My Friday was exactly the same. #illermaneetie

williamwaffles:

>Friday night
>walking down street in town, nothing else to do
>spot three friends from school
>playitcoolman.jpg
>it’s three people I know
>I don’t know them that well
>the fuck do I say? Do I say hello or play it cool and not say anything
>shitshitshitshit
>break down and jump into nearest shop door
>it’s a clothing store
>I walk into the store, might as well pretend I’m doing something
>people I know turn into same store
>fuckingbullshit.png
>I go to the back of the shop and lean against the wall, all cool like
>instantly spotted
>”Hey, Anon!”
>”H-hey!”
>”Yo, I haven’t seen you in a while!”
>”Y-you too!”
>At this point, I’m visibly shaking
>”Do you have the homework from yesterday?”
>”H-heh, not today!”
>they all stare at me, my poor attempt for a joke having failed miserably
>whole store is caught up in our conversation now, I’d been yelling and hadn’t realized it
>”Don’t mind Anon, he’s a bit… out there.” Someone says to the store manager
>”Heheheh, you know it!”
>I attempt to push myself off the wall and walk away
>end up shoving myself to the ground and skidding a few feet
>dead silence
>spaghetti starts pouring out of my pockets
>cry like a bitch in front of everyone
>mfw


So, how did all of you spend your Friday nights?

My Friday was exactly the same. #illermaneetie

My Cruel Life

Sometimes I start rambling and talking to myself and then I start talking as like, different characters and crap with different accents. I just got in a heated political debate with myself over the 2014 Independence. I actually started to get really mad at myself before I realized I was talking to myself and I have no friends.

Then, I ate a Hot Pocket and made fun of some american for reading a book about running with kites.

Then, I realized life has no meaning and we’re all doomed to a death-march of our lives being taken away.

Then I laughed at cat pictures. Cute little paws.

johanna177

Real Life

martin-killer-of-frogs:

So, I was waiting at the bus stop Zuiderbegraafplaats yesterday, when two crazy-looking youth, obviously French, began to insult me and berate me on my choice of attire- a Union Jack shirt.

Some stopped British motorists, their lorry had stopped for but a moment, saw this exchange and proceeded to assist me.


The Frogs were driven off, and my god, I’ve never felt so good to be English.

God save the Queen.

Rule Britannia! God save the Queen and helpful lorry drivers!

johanna177

Sometime…

martin-killer-of-frogs:

toomanyunicorns:

martin-killer-of-frogs:

Sometime, my hope is to rule a country. Not a large one, but a nice little place where I can reinstate feudalism.


I could force all the stupid people to be peasants, and all of the smarties and I would be in charge.


Of course, I’m a psychopath, so I’d end up just beheading everybody.

Way to ruin dreams, buddy.

Yay! our first VICTIM  citizen!

;_; Martin, pls