what the deuce?

And it’s exactly how I meant to spend this past week.

Lol what are you doing?

Me: Hey let me braid your hair
Christina: Wait. Let me put like twenty in there.

First thought: do I let go of the wheel?
Second thought: will I be flipping or skidding?
Third thought: good amount of blood, yes?
Afterthought: I’m mad that my coffee is everywhere; I’m also mad that I’m dead.

You are the fattest and the ugliest. Good day.

Please don’t stop being such a jealous cunt because I live for this shit. Like watching a car wreck.