INSTRUCTOR: pigeon pose, ladies!
ME: *already tugging the sandwich out of her purse*
Gonna show my mom this article when she tries to wake me up early every day this week
my delayed screaming response has baffled medical doctors and terrified amusement park goers for decades
*shoving a bunch of random food containers and lids into my cabinet without organizing or stacking them in any way, quickly closing the door before they can topple* I probably won’t regret this later
Every time I clean my dog’s water bowl, she has put a piece of dry spaghetti in there. Where is she getting the spaghetti? Why is she not eating it? Is she softening it? For how long? Do I leave it? This has been happening for months.
[leading strangers around an art museum] And here we have da Vinci’s Vitruvian man, a beautiful AND scientific representation of how humans were designed to fold “hot dog wise” and not “hamburger wise.” [i quickly usher people along as I see security shuffling towards me]
The atoms that make up your body are ancient things, recycled over millions of years. You are made of stars, and also dead raccoons.
The devil has been collecting souls for 200,000 years and still hasn’t found his soulmate, but *raises glass* I’m glad you found yours. Congrats Tina and John.
she turns her curious eyes to the stars and asks them “it’s daytime. how can i see you right now?” the wise and beautiful stars respond “u are high as shit, my friend”
[at haunted house, as the walls bleed and screams echo through the hallways]
oh cool. our cycles are synced.