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Goodnight world.
Round and round and round she goes, where she stops, nobody knows! Ha ha!
Welcome to the Chocolate Factory, the place where if she doesn't like chocolate then I don't want her. Ahaha! I kid, I kid. But seriously. Look at this baby stir.
While some of you are closing your tired little eyes to sleep, we're up whip-whipping it, boxing and shipping it! β¨
Did you plan for all the kids to get hurt in ur factory.
The Oompa Loompa songs were a bit too detailed.
Iβm on to you sir!
No, I didn't, life just has a funny way of serving karma. They wouldn't listen to my warnings so they paid the consequences. My Oompa Loompas are very talented at improvising songs, they're quite intelligent and creative. Seriously, those snot-nosed brats weren't harmed, merely altered. Ha.
Time 4 soup
It's shitty but I made this for you hope you like it ππππ
Really? For me?! Goodness, how long did this take you? It isn't bad at all, you're very talented and it's gorgeous! It's very sweet of you.
Thank you! βΊοΈ
Another weird cocoa question:
Can I touch the back of your hand, please?
Uh- π
Why?
Hi Mr. Wonka. If I in any way made you or your oompa loompas uncomfortable at the last barbeque, I sincerely apologize. I did not think I would get drunk ~
That's just the problem, Alice. You don't think. You spilled heavens knows what on my new tailored coat, vomited on poor Edward, kicked an Oompa Loompa while trying to, as you said, "tear up the dance floor", and tripped and fell into the dessert table. You made a fool of yourself and ruined the party for everyone at the same time. Next time please be more considerate of your guests before popping out a big bottle of the some ol' trippy chug-a-lug.
Oh, I almost forgot. You're banned from the factory as well, by the way. I can't have you endangering my Oompa Loompas or destroying everything, now can I? And I will be billing you my Oompa Loompa's hospital bill. Yeah. Use this as a lesson to be more responsible. Hmph.
The feminine urge I get to tell y'all to stfu about your feminine urges is unreal
Autumn in France ππΌβ¨
Do you guys know that movie where a group of people go to a nightclub called Vortex & they get sucked into the nightlife, then they want to leave but the music keeps them trapped & they end up dancing for eternity on loop against their will & they can't die, it's like symbolic for hell?
That's what being on Tumblr is like. I'm trapped. It's hell. I tried to get out but shit I'm already here, so let's boogie down, down, down. π΅ πΆπΊ
That isn't a real movie, btw. I totally lied, I'm sorry. Lol.