In fifth grade we were making little clay statues and mine came out shitty so I left a big air pocket in it so it would explode when the teacher put it in the kiln and it exploded so hard it destroyed ten other kids’s statues and they were all on the verge of tears I thought it was really funny I still do
SpongeBob, where’s my order?
Did you look under the tray?
Oh. No I didn’t, sorry.
I just want to write myself a world and go live in it
I hope this makes some of you in a better mood. Because I’m feeling quite over the day. But this helps a bit.
*at job interview* Oh yes, my criminal record? The only thing illegal I’ve done is absolutely KILLIN it on the dancefloor. Haha, just kidding! I have killed a man