you have no proof that i am not at least one of the members of daft punk
- friend: do you want to hang out?
- me: i have to ask my mom
- me: *doesn't ask mom*
- me: she said no
I came across a kitten in the park and it started playing with the laces on my boot. Cuteness ensued.
GENTLE AND APPROACHABLE PUNKS DOING CUTE THINGS IS KILLING ME SOFTLY
"Hello, giant rooster man, you have strings on your feets, I must eat them …"
So. It turns out that this photo was used in someone’s English presentation, I have had people I haven’t seen in years message me going “Hey I just saw a picture of you on tumblr” and I have in fact had one person recognise me in the street from this. This is it. This is the pinnacle of my fame. Get my autograph now before I do a Lindsay Lohan and end up in rehab.
trying to write essays
how the fuck am i supoosed to relate writing essays to punching a banana. They are not relatable. Writing an essay is a pain in the ass and requires work. Punching a banana does not need much effort. Also, did you think about how the banana felt? Do you think that banana wanted to be punched? No.