Okay no. Fucking no. You think your sandwich is cute with peanut butter and jelly hearts, fucker? Well you’ll change your mind once you put it together and try to eat it. First you’ll get a mouthful of just bread and disappointment, then when you take another bite your mouth will be assaulted by copious the amounts of sticky peanut butter and sugary jelly and there won’t be enough bread to save you from it. A sandwich like that is what failure tastes like. The pb and j may be shaped like hearts but there’s no love in that sandwich. It’s about balance. Life needs balance, and so does your fucking sandwich. You disgust me. Don’t talk to me until you know how to make a proper sandwich.
We’re rightfully terrified right now.
"BE PREPARED FOR THE CHANCE OF A LIFETIME! BE PREPARED FOR SENSATIONAL NEEEEEWWWWWSSS!"
A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer!
And where do we feature?!
IT GOT BETTER.
My little brother broke his tiny bone in his wrist that does not heal well. So we had to spice it up if he was going to wear it for a week.
Exactly how little is your little brother because I’m not saying I would date him but I would totally date him.