a group of guys going out:hell yeah man i'm gonna get fucked up and if i find a hot girl i wanna take home i might need a wingman just fyi
a group of girls going out:okay ladies remember we're going in in formation B so we don't lose sight of one another, but if there's any trouble we decided on secret hand gesture alpha-6. don't accept drinks from anybody, we just can't risk it tonight. stacey, did you print out the blueprints of the frat house? oh i see you color coded it so we know which areas have the highest population density and which rooms are well lit, excellent. marie i need that report on incidents of date rape from the last five years. thanks. alright, i think we're all set then. remember the buddy system. let's have a wild night ladies, but stay safe.
I know a lovely guy in a wheelchair and another with no arms. We are friends, and I mean we are talk for hours about art and comics and films. they are friends like any other good friend I would have. If you ever dare to talk lowly about them, YOU lack something: HEART and the right to even breathe the same air.
in australia we had this childrens show called around the twist and there was this one episode where the 10 year old gets a fish stuck in his penis and spends the entire season winning swimming races by using his penis as a propeller
What if Hans still loves Anna? What if when they trolls said “Get the fiancee out of the way” they meant it? What if they cast a spell on Hans that replaced his feelings for her with greed? What if Hans is stuck inside his own mind, screaming and crying, because the love of his life is slipping through his fingers, by his own hand? What if the open door never closed?