I feel this on so many levels
*walks up to newborn baby* haha fuckin virgin
when your next victim finally comes into the stall
This is fucked up. I’m crying.
aw no, dont cry. come sit down lets talk about it
take a chill pill, your honor
what does sending anon hate accomplish… go outside… pet a dog… ride a bike… Call your dad and apologize for being a disappointment
My grandma would always x out people in her yearbook and write “Deceased” when one of her high school classmates died. We often found it morbid. Grandma wanted to be the last one living. She wanted to win.
That’s not a yearbook.
That’s a hit list.