whenever i’m discussing baby names with a weird woman i always make sure to try and sow the seeds of tragedy. ‘isn’t eridan a cute name for a boy? it’s greek.’ this is the pseudointellectual’s noblesse oblige.
I make fun of coffee drinkers for being physically addicted to and dependent on badbreath bitterdrink but when i dont have my morning tea i feel like a mentally ill caveman about to do something bad.
^ the gurgling farter
you’re all gonna love me for slamming cans of mango monster in the morning