Oh yeah, big deal. Wanting to have sex with a bee. Pah, imagine what I have to deal with.
What we both have to deal with Pap.
Well, even me. You get popular enough and then soon enough there will be people wanting to sleep with you, or other things. That aren’t exactly good to talk about.
(Oh and, if anyone is looking at this right now, just letting you know, internet does not compare to real life all the darn time).
Hell, the only thing I have to do is just go with my actual name and wear some security uniform. And you guys have to run for your lives.
Unless that balloons guy scares them off.
Balloon Boy? Man, for being quite hated he can sure as hell bring up a good scare.
Well, he was corrupted Gardanoth.
I know. Just he’s quite laid back too isn’t he?
Yeah, some-what like my brother Sans I guess.
Well don’t think anyone’s going to be…
Sans, don’t you dare even…
Rushing to the “Ball”-oon Park…
SANS! THAT JOKE DOESN’T EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE!
Geez Papyrus. Don’t start “Balloo”-ing your eyes out now.
DAMMIT HUMAN!
Aww, someone can’t “Bear” to look at this stuff?
GOD DAMMIT SANS!
What? He sure can’t! The situation is getting real “Bear”-y…
FOR F*** SAKES GARDANOTH!
Oh s***, I just pissed off your brother Sans.
…
psssshs….nothin personnel….kid
someone make a dramatic reading of this mess
I want this post to be the first meme of 2016
I’m killing myself
THis went in several directions and I was not prepared for any of them
Tea leaves collected from Boston harbor the morning after the Boston Tea Party.
Label reads:
“Tea that was gathered up on the Shore of Dorchester Neck on the morning after the destruction of the three Cargos at Boston December 17, 1773.”
i’m so pleased that this means someone during the event was like “yeah this is probably gonna be historically interesting” and just ran out there with, like, what, a net? some cloth? fishing around in the fucking bay to collect tea to put in a bottle? you go, buddy
Good job, anonymous 18th century person. Your commitment to historic preservation pleases me.
Anonymous 18th century person sounds like a FUCKING NERD
me: [internal monologue] Do I tell him? No, I shouldn’t. I don’t know why I feel so eager to tell him his dog is the asthmatic inbred result of Man playing god
