tw3rkingpizza:

I want my eyelashes to be as black as my soul and as long as the list of people I hate.


  •  (I am working a morning shift at a cafe. We are serving breakfast. A little boy and his mother enter the cafe.)
  • Me:  “So, what will it be?”
  • Child:  “I WISH TO DEVOUR THE UNBORN.”
  •  (There is a sudden silence and everyone turns to look. The mother looks very embarrassed.)
  • Mother:  “Eggs… he would like some eggs…”