The awkward first half hour of politeness:
The next couple of hours:
When their parents came to collect them:
“HIDE! HIDE! THEY CAN’T TAKE YOU IF THEY CAN’T FIND YOU! IN MY ROOM! THEY WILL NEVER FIND YOU THERE! HIDE NIGGA HIDE! THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH!”
ok, new theory. maybe we should play so quietly, no one can hear us
well maybe we would sound so bad if some people didn’t try to play with big meaty claws
what did you say, punk?
WELL THESE CLAWS AIN’T JUST FOR ATTRACTING MATES
BRING IT ON OLD MAN, BRING IT ON
no people let’s be smart and bring it OFF
OH SO NOW THE TALKING CHEESE IS GONNA PREACH TO US
I walked around in the city this afternoon. Enjoying the sun, the little shops, …
And in the first shop I went in I saw
a rack full of trenchcoats.
In the second store:
(The Doctor had a beard. ^ )
And in the book store there was this gentleman on the cover:
TUMBLR WHY WONT YOU LEAVE ME ALOOOONE
My first ‘most-reblogged’ post and it’s about my miserable attempt to escape Tumblr.
You can leave tumblr, but tumblr will never leave you