3rd grade

friend: *whispering* if you're stupid say "what"

me: what

friend: OH MAN

OH

OH DEAR FUCKING CHRIST

I GOT YOU SO GOOD, THAT WAS AWESOME

SWEET, SWEET DICKS IN MY MOUTH. I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED THIS HARD. EVER.

JESUS. JESUS HELP ME.

I think we’ve officially reached that annoying time in the year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday, if you wear a sweater, you die from heatstroke.

(Source: ididntasktobemade, via refreshes)