no i don’t subtweet, i voodoo doll like a real adult.
A male goth is called a broth.
When the aliens decide to show up from whatever other dimension they are really from, can they please return all my lost socks and bobby pins, thaanks.
Yeah I can fight, I’m professionally trained in the style of panic attack.
I’m like the reverse Goldilocks. I’d lay on a bed of nails and be like, “No, no, this is fine.”
In every scary movie an entity is always coming through a “doorway”.
I’m just sitting here waiting for a dope demon to come through a 90’s bead curtain.
If I were a wrestler, my fighting name would be Pain Austen.
Manicotti implies the existence of Pedicotti.
I’m so broke right now, I’m gonna have to be renamed, “McDonald’s ice cream machine”.
You want me to make something homemade?? Girl I can’t even make my own serotonin.
Oh Twitter is still here? Thank God, I have about 100 holiday puns saved in my drafts.
I’m about to make it rein, deer.
(Please don’t block me.)
My name in Grease would be ChoRizzo.
The only equipped I am is ill.
The opposite of goth is stopth.
Can I put on a tinder account that I’ve never lost at Wordle, or is that too hot?