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You Ate All My Cookie-Dough Ice Cream
Well, hi, it’s nice to meet you too, friend-of-a-friend! What? Yeah, this is cookie-dough ice cream I’m ea—oh, what, you want some? Okay, I guess. You’re just going to go get your own spoon? Alright, being sanitary is cool and all. Oh, my God, is that a ladle? Whatever, I don’t judge people based on spoon-size preferences, so it’s fine. Wait, what are you doing? Taking my pint out of my hand? Bold move, bro. Well, I was kind of eating that, but we just met, so I don’t want to be rude. I’ll just pretend to be busy with my phone for a second, and then I’ll take it back—wait, what the fuck? How are you done ALREADY? God damn it, now I have to go buy more. I hope you choke on all the delicious Haagen-Daz you stole, you bastard.
-Written by thewildhearts
A fabulous concept, really.
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I guess I’ll make my first post a sentimental one.
This is one of my favorite pictures- my twin brother and I, the day of prom. He didn’t go, and I admit, I felt a little awkward getting all dressed up while he stayed in a wrinkled old T-shirt and dirty socks, but it meant the world that he put aside a few minutes to pose for pictures and share my “Cinderella moment”
