when i die i want to become a ghost and haunt people and give them little ghost smooches and when they’re feeling down i’d write something like keep going you’re great! but in order to keep up the creepy act i’d write it in blood on their wall
Are you serious right now? I’m a fully certified neurosurgeon. I can break into people’s heads and rewire their brains and tamper with their memory, no problem. But this? This juice box? This sugary drink marketed for eight year olds? No. Sticking a straw into this juice container is apparently just too much for me to handle without fucking it up. I’m done. I quit. Goodbye.