Listen. Aging Into Your Thirties Rocks. Yes Your Joints Get A Little Creaky. Yes You Can’t Sleep In

Y’ever read something and have understanding that has eluded you interminably suddenly stop, curl up, and snuggle neatly into a fold in your brain because a new way way opened to it?

Spot: Am I the only one that finds it weird that I can transfer data from my brain to someone else’s by opening my mouth and pushing air with vibrations in their direction

Davey: How high are you?

Spot: 5’4”

Crutchie: So tired of being a human, I want to be a flower

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Race: *sobbing on the ground* I ruin everything I touch!

Crutchie: Not everything.

Jack: Yeah, Crutchie was broken well before you came along!

Spot to Jack: You have the facial structure of someone who’s been curb stomped

Yay!!!❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝

Ok but theoretically speaking, what would happen if I just ran full speed I to a wall?

*Race, Albert, and Jojo outside of the Brooklyn lodge*

Jojo: This is a bad idea, we shouldn’t have come here without asking.

Race: It’s fine.

Albert: Yeah, haven’t you heard of safety in numbers?

Jojo: There’s also death in numbers Albert! It’s called a massacre!

Race: Destroy the idea that I will ever calm down