Wam. Wet Ass Memory.

wam. wet ass memory.

(this is in reference to the hot phone post. i am not randomly messaging you wet ass memory.)

yknow honestly if you had just messaged me wet ass memory i wouldn’t be mad.

A woman came into my work a little while ago loudly complaining about her (perfectly well-behaved) son, saying how he was ten years old and didn't know how to listen, and I nodded along like "yeah I totally remember being that age", and she looks at me and goes, "no, seriously, he's Autistic," and I spread my arms and go, "Hey, same! Twinsies!"

And this woman's eyes. My God, it was beautiful. She goes, "Really? And they let you WORK here?"

And then she turns back to her kid to nag at him and over her shoulder little dude and and I make what I can only describe as the purest form of eye contact I have ever experienced in my life

you’ve been a bad they

Dracula..