I draw when I have important things to do.
I would eat like ten bags of warheads if they didn’t make the roof of my mouth feel like a pit of fire after only shoving five in my mouth at once. Why does all the good stuff gotta raw up your mouth skin, huh? Like fucking jawbreakers, man, fucking love jawbreakers, but when you get those really big ones, by the time you finish it after like three days of hard work, your tongue turns into sandpaper for another few days. Why must good candy be so cruel?
Lady came to me, “what are these? What do you do with them?”
They were zelda II and final fantasy for the NES.
Sellin for two bucks each. Amusing.
I always thought the phrase, “I have a number of [blank]” was weird.
(ex: I have a number of friends, I have a number of games)
Because it makes it sound like you have a lot of something but zero is a number too, so is 1.