|—||every college student this week (via that-weird-band-geek)|
Whenever anybody asks me why I like something, I tell them that I like it because of the boobs.
Why do I like parmesan cheese? Because it has big boobs.
Why do I like silence? Because of the awesome boobs.
Why do I like starting fires the old fashioned way? Because the boobs turn out better that way.
conducting a symphony
ho ho ho
shit down my throat