I Have No Idea What I'm Doing
I'm a little scared. Sometimes I'm a little teapot; right now I'm a little scared.
“hi welcome to mcdonalds what can i get for you?”
“yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?”
“absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?’
“uuuuuh hold on”
*fishes something out of my pocket*
“mikey what do i do?”
“get the fries. youll need the energy in the coming days”
*stuffs it back in my pocket*
“uhh yes please the meal would be great”
serious question: can anyone else see this post? am I hallucinating?
(via grawly)
(Source: gaybuttfuckzone, via dj-fuck)
