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INTELLIGENCE IS NOT MEASURED IN YOUR KNOWLEDGE OF MATH

i was supposed to go to bed an hour ago dont tell my mom

YOU THINK I’M JOKING BUT I’M DEAD SERIOUS

“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”

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

be nice to people because the world is a shitty place and we all need a little help sometimes