U Can Count On Me To Do The Wrong Thing

mind if I come over and behave somewhat like a scared animal before I adjust

me, unsure of how to add an additional piece of context to my sentence:

the humble parentheses:

I’ve come here to make an announcement! Shadow the hedgehog’s a JOLLY ass NICE LISTER! He GAVE PRESENTS to my fucking wife. That’s right! He took his hedgehog fuckin BURLAP SACK out and GAVE A GIFT to my fucking wife, and he said his BELLS were “this JINGLY!” and i said “that’s JOLLY!” So i’m making a callout-post on my twitter dot com: Shadow the hedgehog your STOCKING’S FULLA COAL and guess what? Here’s what my STOCKING looks like! 💣💣💣💣💣💥💥💥💥 That’s right baby! No coal! No sticks! No itchy sweaters! Look at that it looks like CANDYCANES and TOYS! He GIFTED my wife so guess what? I’m gonna GIFT the world! That’s right! This is what you get! My super RED-NOSED REINDEER!

being sad and trying to think about ur favorite characters to make yourself feel better is always kinda funny when every character u like is an abominable piece of shit. try to think "[X] would comfort me" no they would fucking Noooootttttt. Lol

i love when dvd players hold out a little tray and you put the disc on it. it’s like you’re placing it into its little hand. hate the dvd players that make you push the disc into its mouth and then it swallows it obediently

everyone got that one homie who hasn't been whole since the incident

monks are dumb you have an entire monestary full of other guys with shared interests as you but you DON'T fuck them? or. or anyone?

we just keep naming bugs like this

esoteric form of roleplay where instead of actually roleplaying you just make up characters together and discuss in abstract how they'd interact and how their story would go