alright i'm going to take a look at the details now. i sure hope the devil isn't in there *squints and notices a little red imp with horns and a trident chilling out in the details like he's been there the whole time* ah for fuck's sake
I don’t have to worry about "chemicals you can’t pronounce" in my food and my shampoo because I can pronounce every chemical flawlessly and without effort. Butylated hydroxytoluene. Ethylenediaminetetraacetic acid. Fenugreek. I am saying these out loud and laughing at you. I’m immune to all known carcinogens. I can never die. Fight me.
asked my dog "what the sneef are you snorping here?" when she was sniffing some bags and tbh it's the most comprehensible thing i've said all day
What is in the bags that she was sneef snorping
idk, she's laying on me now, so i can't get up and check
All part of her master plan
very true! the face of an evil mastermind ↓
[ID: two pictures of my dumbass dogs. the evil mastermind is ramona, a smaller brindled dog. charlie, a larger white dog with brown spots, looks very tired. ramona is climbing on him in the first picture, and laying on him in the second. in the first picture, she's seeking safety with charlie after being scolded for barking at someone (that she knows and loves) for coming in the door. in the second, she's been taken by surprise and looks like she's been caught doing something, although she wasn't doing anything besides sleeping. /end ID]












