grumpys:

i hate when you’re not in the same mood as your friend like when you want to slay your enemies and feast on their flesh and your friend wants to dance in a field of daisies and sing for the sake of singing like no stop that grab a pitchfork

mangerdanger:

if you don’t want to marry me, why did you sit next to me on this bus?

darrynek:

why does it seem like every dad sneezes really loud