You don’t fuck with the tray master
There’s something about the casual destructive power of immense, self-certain competence.
F is for friends who don’t talk to you.
U is for Ur alone.
N is for never having any plans at all, all you do is sit at home.
I did not see that coming.
These are gold.
|—||me to all my friends w/ dogs (via babyferaligator)|
they look like those scrubbers for dishes
SIR that is not the intended use
Not with that attitude
how the fuck
It just looks … i don’t know, kind of more rubbery than you’d want for a cat