Cards Against Humanity.
I’m a big fan. Well, I bought this.
It’s great. It hold all of my shit. But it holds something else too.
If you have it, open your box.
You see how I started to tear away at the top of the box there?
Do it carefully.
There’s something in there. What could that be?
There’s a card.
There is a card literally hidden in the top of the box.
But what card?
I fucking love these people.
Any salad can be a Caesar salad if you stab it enough
when you get insulted and you pretend like it doesn’t hurt:
Take that humans
Creative kid. More creative mom.
one time i forced my mom to play pokemon for at least half an hour and all she did was catch a butterfree and name it lowfat