you get to a certain age and your birthday cake starts looking like a portal to the infernal realms that await you, hungering
My man is holding on to that table like he's about to fall off the earth
he should get on the floor. It's drunk frat bro rules: if everything starts spinning get on the floor, cause you can't fall off the floor
(plus it would be funny to watch him try and fail to get back up)
Listen, I know half of you half as much as [inaudible] and uh anyway
not beating the desiccated corpse allegations by posting the self-own 15 quintillion candle bonfire cake.
If it wasn't for the fact I hate this motherfucker and his motherfucking face and his corrupt bullshit family, I would almost feel bad for this elder abuse.
Right after the photo the flames formed the visage of the Hornėd One, which spoke with a tongue of black smoke: "One more year, Robinette. Remember your side of the bargain."
At what point is it good idea to move from individual candles to two number-shaped candles? 20s?
Why are they posting a photo of the guy blowing out like a million candles dude, come ON
It's Joever
Joembawumba
