*whispers in ur ear* would you like fries with that
*bites lip* oh yeah baby
*touches ur inner thigh* would you like to super size that
*pokes head through the door* we’re out of toilet paper
what
*pokes head through window* she said she’s out of toilet paper
wtf can we get some privacy here
*pokes head through the ceiling vent* no
(via orgy-of-nerdiness)
SO THE BACK DOOR IS OPEN AND SOME RANDOM KID HAS WALKED INTO MY HOUSE. HE IS LITERALLY JUST ROAMING AROUND THE HOUSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN RANDOM CHILDREN WALK INTO YOUR HOME?
he keeps calling me daddy.
i am a female.
i hope you enjoy reblogging one of the scariest moments of my life. i was in the same house a a four year old serial killer.
are you my daddy?
(via orgy-of-nerdiness)
Heads up
There’s a difference between being a father and being a dad.
There’s a difference between being a mother and being a mom.
