Apparently last night, after several glasses of bourbon, I signed up for a taxidermy class.
A+ choices, drunk Beth. Well done, I appreciate you.
one time my friend was walking and she needed to cross the street and a guy stopped for her and rolled down his window and she was like “oh god here it comes” and didnt look just kept walking and he yelled “i like your shirt, kid!” and she looked down at her mcr shirt and back up at the guy to say thanks and frank fucking iero was in the drivers seat of that car laughing his ass off
the slytherins making a drinking game where they take a shot every time draco malfoy talks about harry potter
my brain: there is literaly a 0 percent chance the fictional shit from creepy games will show up irl in your kitchen
me: but its dark and scary