There's nothing really normal out there, right? When you think about it, isn't everything strange to some people and normal to others?
Maybe it's true. Maybe it's just something I say to make myself feel normal. Maybe it's Maybelline.
Probably not that last one. But these folks are definitely on my weirdness list, even if you might think everything's super OK here.
But can you imagine forgetting that's what was keeping your bun up and that scaly boi dangles in your face while you're driving?
There's so much going on here. Not only do I not know where to start, I don't want to start at all.
As far as I can tell, the only potential issue here is people stealing your pencil case, biting it, then returning it and saying sorry.
Like, who would've thought that a little girl could share such a tender moment with a relentless Chaos warrior?
Maybe I'm stereotyping little girls. Or Chaos warriors, for that matter.
Like, is this some sort of weird book of the month club that has a gimmick?
Second, although I appreciate your ice cream game, the brain freeze may actually kill you.
More like pro-tassium, am I right? No?
Fine. I'll just enjoy these plantains, then.
I guess he's just very direct? I'd hate to see what he can do at a salad bar sneeze guard.
The specific combination of "mastery of medieval armor design" and "access to this many empty boxes of Mountain Dew" has only one answer.
Honestly, it's actually super impressive. Confusing, and super duper strange, but impressive. I wonder what he could do with legit materials for some amazing cosplay?
It reminds me of my parents trying to get me to take medicine when I was a kid.
I don't know what it is about soft bread but I can feel it between my toes and I wanna go home.
I feel like maybe I'm having a close encounter of the...do "escalators" count as the third kind, still?
Mostly because I love The X-Files and have '90s crushes on...well, let's be real, both of them.
Either way, it's gotta be a good story.
I mean, unless the story is, "I bought the icing thing and did it myself. Your cake is a lie."
The ol' Condiment King here is really living his best life. And will also 100% smell like mustard for eight weeks. Godspeed.
