My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.
I took my girlfriend to an improv show the other night and during intermission we were passionately arguing over whether half a 5 Hour Energy shot would give you 2.5 hours of energy or 5 hours of half-assed energy so we turned around to ask the opinions of the three people behind us and one of them said “Are all your arguments like this because we heard you in the lobby earlier fighting over the right way to pronounce ‘egg’?”
I underreact in serious situations and then overreact in really simple circumstances like once I set my eyebrow on fire and I was just like ‘oh dear’ and then the other day I couldn’t open a can of coke and I screamed ‘I’m dying’, I just really don’t know.
how do you set your eyebrow on fire
I was sniffing a candle and it all went a bit tits up idk man it just happens sometimes
this fucking cast they actually put the names of their characters on their chairs when they were casting AND EVANS HAS DUMBBELLS ON HIS CHAIR this is fucking if this isn’t proof that marvel grows their actors on fucking trees on a farm idek what is.