- dainty small heterosexual lady protagonist: i thought you had died...
- large strong man with five o clock shadow and a gravelly voice protagonist: heh... you can't get rid of me that easy...
i don’t know what is unethical about supplying bees with their ideal environment and conditions to perform their instinctual life’s work in exchange for the surplus of their food
but even if there were a reason that is “cruel” i would not care at all. eatin honey ‘til i die
That’s my fave wiggles song
*white kid from 90’s tv show on bed throwing baseball up in the air and catching it while staring at ceiling*
i think of successfully doing things as like multipliers from a tony hawk game. woke up? nice! got dressed? x2! made plans for the day? x3! remembered you’re gonna die one day? Ouch! tried to ignore it? nice! started making coffee? x2! fell over and decided not to get back up? OOO, THAT’S GONNA LEAVE A MARK.
"The White Twenty Year Old’s Guide To Incorporating Large Pieces of Wood Into Your Daily Life Without Having To Take an Interest in Carpentry or Woodworking"
[sarcastic voice] uh, i’m sorry. didnt realise slithering around the chemist like a snake eating the pills that fell on the floor was illegal