I Want To Speak To A Manager, The Middle-aged Woman Said In Her Stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago

“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”

@bloosinner (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) i’m so proud of you handsome. you’ve come so far♥ i can’t believe i’ve been able to watch you grow as a person and an artist. i’m so, so proud of you bloo♥ aaa, you can do this (´ ▽｀)ｏ♥♡

if this doesn’t explain how every person feels making these typos, nothing will.

when u accidently type me instead of my 

the drawings on this one are really shit, but I’m tired and I have school… please be nice I’m super self conscious lmao

so uh yeah, another BPD/my feelings comic. ok to reblog for anyone, whether you can relate or just find it pretty.

It's nice when someone remembers small details about you.

(´∀`〃) bloo bb pls. you’re the most precious♥ i mean?? seriously, your art makes me sob. your face makes me sob. you’re too precious for this world. 

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