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I am fifteen years of age, I have the personality and the maturity of a nine year-old and the musculoskeletal strength of an eighty year-old. I am a professional fangirl, plus I am really fun. Don't let my immaturity and lack of strength sway you otherwise. DFTBA. Alpha Centauri/s shining
- (I work in a Coffee Shop. I was on break in the lobby when a couple walks in. Directly behind them is a cute little boy in Batman costume.)
- Me: “Oh my God! It’s BATMAN!”
- (The boy stops, strikes a pose and starts looking around menacingly. After a few seconds, he approaches the counter.)
- Mother: “Jeff, would you like a chocolate milk?”
- Boy: “I am not Jeff. I am The Batman.”
- Mother: “The Batman, would you like a chocolate milk?”
- Boy: “Yes. Yes, The Batman would.”
- (The couple pays while the boy sits down with his chocolate milk. He keeps a stern look on his face as he sips the drink.)
- Boy: *sips* “Gotham is safe.”
CAN WE ALL JUST APPRECIATE POTTER’S HAIR IN THIS
THIS IS HARRY’S HAIR, NOT THE SHIT DO’S HE HAD IN THE OTHER MOVIES
HE IS HARRY POTTER HERE
BLACK MESSY STICKING UP IN EVERY DIRECTION HAIR
RIGHT HERE
(Source: listenlikespring, via ijumpedthroughtimeandspace)
IT’S FINALLY DONE.
There’s a few glitches that are too late to fix though, but hopefully you guys enjoy it.
I’ll gif out a few scenarios later :)
Annie’s Adventures
I was in my desk chair when I heard the microwave beep. My pasta was ready.
I slid out of my study on my desk chair and into the kitchen junction. Then I stopped, the microwave was right there ahead of me. I knew I had gone too far in this chair to just give up and walk. I pulled myself around the kitchen counter with my arms, and then I saw it through the glass, my delicious pasta. I reached up and retrieved my meal. It looked delicious as fuck. The cheese was all melted *gargle* “Awww yisss”. I precariously balanced the pasta bowl between my thighs and as I slid out of the kitchen and reached my desk I threw my arms out to stop myself from rolling. I knew then and there that as soon as I threw my arms out, at this speed, shit was gonna’ go down. So to the crux of the story, the bowl tipped and I spilt fucking hot pasta all over my crotch.
- Teacher: Why did you not study?
- Me: A year has 365 days for you to study. After taking away 52 Sundays, there are only 313 days left. There are 50 days in the summer that is way too hot to work so there are only 263 days left. We sleep 8 hours a day, in a year, that counts up to 122 days so now we're left with 141 days. If we fooled around for only 1 hour a day, 15 days are gone, so we are left with 126 days. We spend 2 hours eating each day, 30 days are used in this way in the year, and we are left with 96 days in our year. We spend 1 hour a day speaking to friends and family, that takes away 15 days more and we are left with 81 days. Exams and tests take up at least 35 days in your year, hence you are only left with 46 days. Taking off approximately 40 days of holidays, you are only left with 6 days. Say you are sick for a minimum of 3 days, you're left with 3 days in the year to study! Let's say you only go out for 2 days... You're left with 1 day! But that 1 day is your birthday!
