a CEO walks into his office “any messages?” he asks his assistant
“two anons want to know who tom petty is and one just says ‘post your ballsack’”
“got it. check my dashboard”
“that skeleton gif you like is back again”
he rubs his chin pensively “mm. reblog that”
I hate when a girls friend is like “I have to approve of you”. You aint approving of shit. That whole pseudo girl power, kumbaya, sisterhood of the traveling pants shit can approve of these nuts.
For true, the un-checked for friend too often wants to be on some gatekeeper shit just because they happen to resemble Zuul.
book of real nigga shit. chapter: 2 verse: 38