keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
like really, very close
so close that you can feel your enemies breath on your neck
and you shiver with hatred and… anticipation?
turn around and look deep into your enemies eyes, letting your gaze drag down to their lips, your eyes intense with desire. push your enemies up against the wall.
make out with your enemies.
your friends, who are still close, are super uncomfortable and kinda grossed out
EE: Don’t worry! Som—etim—es a story r—eally n—ets you! Which on—e was it?
what the fuck michigan
Yea, I’m from Detroit and I can gladly say,
This isn’t even half of the Awesomeness:
Mother fuckers, we have Faygo Cupcakes,
Wait…What’s that underneath it?
That’s right fuckers, Classic Faygo,
We got that shit too.
Let’s not forget
So yea, If you ever want Faygo, go to Michigan. Especially Detroit.
this is literally the only reason i like living in detroit
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I am making a master list of them all so that people can find them!
hI: Answer the irritating fish-paste troll
2ere i2 no2ing more putrid 24n 2e 2mell of 2e 2e4.
Shor—e I g—et you.
Once upon a time there was a person who was different. His blood was the color of a flushed quadrant and his dreams were of a world of peace. He spoke of kindness and patience and he was tortured for it. They broke his burning soul an branded his mind. A martyr would have made a difference. A…