my friend forced me to his party so i started melting together candy corn into a candy corncob an hour and a half ago
I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people
When I give props to these movies, you have to understand - it’s not like they were all good. There’s an expression: You have to drink a lot of milk before you can appreciate cream. Well, with exploitation movies, you have to drink a lot of milk-gone-bad before you can even appreciate milk! That’s what part of the love of these movies is - going through the rummage bin and finding the jewels.
"nobody fucking helps me in this house"
I’m laughing so hard at this