come with me
and you’ll see
my need of constant validation
“hi welcome to mcdonalds what can i get for you?”
“yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?”
“absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?’
“uuuuuh hold on”
*fishes something out of my pocket*
“mikey what do i do?”
“get the fries. youll need the energy in the coming days”
*stuffs it back in my pocket*
“uhh yes please the meal would be great”
serious question: can anyone else see this post? am I hallucinating?
Americans: “So we have this funny game where we look for buildings that obviously used to be Pizza Huts and aren’t anymore, they just removed the signs. You guys have anything like that?”
Germans: *look around awkwardly*
Burger Führer
schmeck sehr gut!!
neither, bc brownies are fucking nasty and so are the bitches who eat them
I’m sorry that nobody in your family can bake
my moms a private chef and im in culinary training dont roast us like this
i’m sorry that your mom went to culinary school and still can’t bake :(
