Elon Musk Died While On The Toilet.He Was On The Toilet Backwards.

Elon Musk died while on the toilet. He was on the toilet backwards.

Also, the dance is done. It went okay, i missed some part but mostly okay. Also, idt i smiled, coz resting bitch face.

But whatever fuck it.

Bleh.

It's done.

Guys, I'm third wheeling so hard, i should get an award.

Lemme set the stage. There's this event in which me and an acquaintance are dancing together. So, we decided to get dressed in her room (im in uni). Anywho, she invited her bf as well to get dressed there. I was almost done putting my clothes on when he showed up. And istfg it's so bloody awkward. Also, her bf and I have a weird interaction as in we have only evet hung out when there's substances involved. And on one fateful occasion, i got super drunk and puked on him and i was admitted to the ER at 2 in the morning. As for the girl, i essentially ghosted her after us and a few friends in our first year (read, we were dumbfucks) decided to go on a trip and i finally ended up not going because of differences in opinion with her.

So, rn, all this history is packed into a tiny fucking room. And im going to die.

Bye bye.

What should we do then?

These bloody memes offer no goddamn solutions!

By relatabledoodles

Oh sorry, just over here having intense feelings about Laszlo Cravensworth. Laszlo who feels guilty if he thinks about the bastard children he had as a human. Laszlo who absolutely refused to look at his genealogy records. Laszlo who had a hard relationship with his father and struggled to fit the traditional masculine roles of his time. Laszlo who once impulsively turned a baby into a vampire, then realized it was a terrible plan and a terrible thing to do and abandoned it. Laszlo, who learned his friend was dying and dedicated the months to including him and showing him he was appreciated and liked and creating meaningful memories with him. Laszlo who for weeks couldn't bring himself to say his final goodbyes to his friend's corpse. Laszlo who took one look at Baby Colin and dashed all his other plans without a moment's hesitation so he could reorient his life alive around this new being. Laszlo who had no idea what he was doing but dedicated a year of his life to raising a kid by himself. Laszlo, who struggled to understand this kid but totally adored him. Who called him "my boy". Laszlo, who learned to accept him and not force him to be something he's not. Laszlo, who was able to put parts of his own upbringing into context as he experienced parenthood himself. Laszlo, who spent hours rehearsing music with the kid, and brought him on camping trips, and to the zoo. Laszlo, who watched his son suddenly change. Laszlo, who mournfully played showtunes as his son acted out. Laszlo, whose son was suddenly gone, replaced by a friend he had already mourned, a person who doesn't remember him being a father, or anything about the time they spent together.

That Laszlo.

Guys, I'm third wheeling so hard, i should get an award.

Lemme set the stage. There's this event in which me and an acquaintance are dancing together. So, we decided to get dressed in her room (im in uni). Anywho, she invited her bf as well to get dressed there. I was almost done putting my clothes on when he showed up. And istfg it's so bloody awkward. Also, her bf and I have a weird interaction as in we have only evet hung out when there's substances involved. And on one fateful occasion, i got super drunk and puked on him and i was admitted to the ER at 2 in the morning. As for the girl, i essentially ghosted her after us and a few friends in our first year (read, we were dumbfucks) decided to go on a trip and i finally ended up not going because of differences in opinion with her.

So, rn, all this history is packed into a tiny fucking room. And im going to die.

Bye bye.