by day i am just a regular loser, by night i am the same loser only it’s nighttime
today in art class a guy made a dick out of clay and when the art teacher was walking around she stopped in front of him and stared at it and just said “it doesn’t look very accurate” and walked away
all the guys at our table were like “how does she know what a dick look like” and she said
“i’m sixty years old and married and have three kids”
The real question is why couldn’t a boy make an accurate dick.
I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility