This is how other people feel when I tell a lame joke:
This is how I feel when I bring out a freshly baked loaf of bread on Tuesdays:
This is how I feel when I was expecting "refreshments" and it ends up being veggies:
This is how I feel when I happen to wake up at the same time as my roommate:
This is how I feel when it is snowing:
This is how I feel when I sneak into Reeder with a snowball:
This is how I feel when I try and flirt with boys:







That last one kills me!
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