My family is no longer allowed to play Wii bowling.
this is fucking with my head so hard
*confused and angry squeaking*
*hissing and backing away from the unknown*
Thanks! I hate it!
You ever be so comfortable in bed, you start rubbing your legs together like a cricket?
tumblr dot com posts are getting so relatable im convinced the government has 24/7 surveillance on me and is feeding it to me through this website to see if i notice
*old balding comedian voice* hear about that new iphone? A thousand dollars, wow. the only phone id pay a thousand dollars to use is one thatd let me talk to my wife and kids again
It’s okay you can say Louie CK
Actually i legally cant
I might not be able to wear a binder for any length of time anymore, but you bet your ass I’m putting it on before I get my haircut so I can get those sweet sweet men’s prices.
Living outside a small town means that whenever I get my haircut, I have to roleplay to the stylist. The first time I went in, she thought I was a 15 year old boy, and even though I go there only every eight months or so, she somehow remembers me and thinks I am now entering my senior year of high school. I have to tell her my college aspirations and favorite classes and if I’m going to prom with a nice girl.
It’s The Worst™ and she’s always telling me how my hair is just too pretty for a boy, and telling everyone else in the room to admire my beautiful hair and cluck in envy that a boy should be blessed with such curls.
I don’t know how to get out of this incredibly awkward situation.
Hey Ship?
This is fucking hilarious.
no it’s bad Rob
she thinks I’m a hypermature Boy Genius Child and I don’t know how to tell her I’m a genderqueer college grad
I lied to my family’s stylist and told her I was my own twin to prevent coming out to her. Now no one in my family can go back to that salon without keeping up with the lie.
…you may have just solved my problem for me. “Pretending to be your own fake twin” is a bit of a family tradition.
