Yogurt is sad. Is bella sad?
The only moral debate I had with myself today was when I found some D&D books in the student union and had to decide between keeping them (but they’re expensive, says one part of me) and returning them (but they probably belong to one of your friends, says the other part).
I have never, ever, ever felt this way about yogurt. Ever.
Never eat fried chicken in front of me without offering me some, though. Limbs will be lost in the ensuing struggle.
Is that…O’Neill with a PANCAKE?
Still a better love story than Twilight.
Oh, I loved you but now I hate you!
/problems of the jealous lactose intolerant nerds