9th. 8th. Same thing.
(A guest calls.)
GUEST: You made us a reservation at a restaurant. We are here, but the restaurant is not!
CONCIERGE: What restaurant?
GUEST: I don’t know! You wrote down here 51st street and 9th Ave.
CONCIERGE: Ok. And I wrote down the name of the restaurant.
GUEST: VYNL. But we are here and…
THIS IS SO SAD
My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
The artist drew Pluto crying.
I wonder if any of my friends had a crush on me but then got to know me and were like “haha no, dodged a bullet there.”
‘Going to bed’ means switching from my computer to my phone and spending another hour mobile blogging in the dark
When you come home from hanging out with your friends and your parents interrogate you like
NIGGA YOU HIGH?