My Groupchat Tried The Creeper Meme And It..went A Little Out Of Hand. 

Alhxua. Al-hex-you-a? I'll take it.

your demon name is whatever happens whn u type ur name with your chin. mine is rfryctk

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

I was in a production of The Wizard of Oz. I couldn't see this moment quite well because I was waiting to make my entrance but heres what I heard.

The Lion had to do the thing he usually does where he tries to run away from something that scared him and the Tinman was supposed to grab his tail to stop him. One time, when the Lion was trying to do his escape, the Tinman accidently yanked his tail off. The Tinman froze, looking at the tail in his hands. The Lion, being the fantastic actor he is, went; "Ouch! My tail! How could you!" And snatched it back. Meanwhile, the audience is laughing their heads off and multiple people backstage are trying their hardest not to laugh.

I'm sure more stuff happened in different shows but I can't remember.

Apparently my director went to see a production of West Side Story a few years ago, and the guy playing Chino forgot his gun before coming out for his final scene. Once it got to the big scene where he is supposed to shoot Tony, he screeched “Poison Boots” and kicked the actor playing Tony until he went down. The girl playing Maria then had to jerk the shoe off of Chino’s foot, and had to do the gunshot scene asking “How many kicks Chino? How many kicks, and one kick left for me”. 

Today, before class started, our teacher went outside to talk to some kids so I was just kind of waiting quietly. Then, my phone vibrated. I checked it and I see I got a text from a friend of mine who was sitting in the back of the class.

Literally all it was:

"(Classmate) looks like a traffic cone."

I looked at the dude she was talking about and he was wearing this florescent orange hoodie.

I, obviously, found this hilarious. (I don't like the guy she was talking about, btw.)

But like now I know that I will never see that dude the same way ever again.

He will always be the guy that looked like a traffic cone.

He is traffic cone man.

So, my friend was using her chapstick yesterday. Normal, right?

WRONG.

Her chapstick looks like t h i s.

HOW THE HELL???!??

And now for a segment I like to call...

Cats with tiny faces.

That’s it.

HE IS HERE!!

HE IS HERE!!

hEwWo?

oBaMa?

Video Game Idea.

A game that is marketed as your standard fishing game and for the first 20 minutes or so you catch normal fish like bluegill and bass and what have you. But the further you go into the lake you start to catch fish with mutations and it gets more and more intense until you’re pulling in Eldritch horror monsters and sometimes severed human limbs. You realize you don’t recall how you got to this lake in the first place and the objective becomes to find your way back to shore. You have no real weapons but you can throw the creatures you’ve caught far away from the boat as a means to distract whatever is underneath you, bumping into the boat sometimes. Additional items for the game.

A fishing pole with a radar that starts out with just beeps but later includes noises with hidden messages.

A GPS that displays texts and story elements.

You meet other boaters, all from various backgrounds, countries, and time periods. Some are friendly, others want to sacrifice you to the lake monsters.

You can also take the route of sacrificing others to the lake monster.

Or you can assemble a party and work to keep them safe.

The more fucked up looking the fish you catch, the closer you’re getting to a boss fight, which is usually running from something you can only see part of in the water.

????

And that’s my game idea.

He is now...

Traffic cone mustard ketchup man.

Today, before class started, our teacher went outside to talk to some kids so I was just kind of waiting quietly. Then, my phone vibrated. I checked it and I see I got a text from a friend of mine who was sitting in the back of the class.

Literally all it was:

“(Classmate) looks like a traffic cone.”

I looked at the dude she was talking about and he was wearing this florescent orange hoodie.

I, obviously, found this hilarious. (I don’t like the guy she was talking about, btw.)

But like now I know that I will never see that dude the same way ever again.

He will always be the guy that looked like a traffic cone.

He is traffic cone man.