the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bags despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
I have an aptitude for ineptitude.
22 years young
Current KFC chicken boy/retail clothes worker
Simpsons nerd, couch potato, infinite loser.
Call me whatever you please
You should talk to me. I'm just like you, only slightly more twisted, and infinitely more immature.
When all the laughter dies
We'll see nothingness and realise.
But does it matter then when all the laughter dies?