vagueblogging on tumblr without naming names more like “i do not bite my thumb at YOU sir but i DO bite my thumb”
Do you quarrel sir?
QUARREL sir NOOOOO sir
|Other girls:||Starbucks, iPhone, boy bands, Uggs and yoga pants, John Green, endless drama over boys|
|Me:||impeccable waistcoat, Federalist Papers, loose constructionist, endless drama w/ Aaron Burr, I am Alexander Hamilton|
today I went to olive garden and there was a man wearing a fedora behind me and my mother whispered to me “why is that man wearing a hat we are indoors I don’t understand” and he whipped around with all seriousness and said “twilight sparkle came to me in a dream and requested that I wear this crown for the duration of the evening” and me, not knowing what to do just said “ok” but then the guy started laughing and he was like “I’m just kidding I just like hats”
so i have two little cousins one is 10 and the other is 7 and my aunt told them they could each say one cuss word and not get in trouble so the older one very politely says “damn” but the younger one stands up on the kitchen table, rips his shirt off and screams “FUUUUUUCCCKKKK” while dive bombing to the floor and my aunt just stood there and stared at him because she couldn’t get mad at him