smoking weed at camp crystal lake and jason is about to kill me and I just give him a big hug and he drops his machete and starts crying and I say its ok buddy everythings ok now and pat him on the back and pass him the bong
This reminds me of those pictures of the president you sometimes see hanging behind the counter at stores except it’s a dystopian setting where Dennis has taken over and demands a giant framed picture of him in the front display of every store
My digestive system is soooo funny there will be like weeks at a time where whatever i eat she’s like “what the hell is that. Get it away from me” and i just ignore her and go about my business like i dont have diarrhea
