Curling up into the fetal position and crying in between protests.

In 5th grade I discovered that my hand and wrist were small enough to reach up into 25 cent bathroom pad and tampon dispensers. I didn’t really understand what they were for but I thought it was funny to empty them out whenever I saw them.

I often question why he looks so anxiety-ridden all the time, as his day job is napping and property destruction.

Same vibes

Oh no, that’s terrible, where? Where exactly?