I just remembered this time I was telling a story to a friend and it was clear she wasn’t listening to me so I started making up this huge gruesome story about a cult murder I’d witnessed while she sat there nodding along to my dramatic moral struggle about whether or not I should come forward and then I looked up to see the table next to us looked utterly horrified and long story short that’s why I should remember other people have ears.
if I had a twin I would go into crowds of strangers and profess my love to someone and then say “if our love isn’t meant to be, I will go back in time and slap myself” and then my twin would burst in and slap me
my grandfather and my great aunt both spoke 6 languages fluently and I remember hearing them have a conversation and they would switch languages mid sentence because what they were describing could be more succinctly said in a different language and that’s so cool if I want to express that something is really great I will say the word hella before an adjective
I enjoy watching white boys not used to the word ‘homie’ trying to say it to their friends. “Wait for me, homies!” Yes. Wait up my brethren. My joyous companions, halt for me, for I am down with the hippity hop. We are chums are we not? The four and twenty, ablaze!
I’m on mobile but I bet you that’s either Jake English or Starfire