Do you guys think I can get a GF in grippy socks jail :3
Lunch break = more jesus Memes
I also like these two
My favourite Jesus reaction
Had this one as well
Straight to grippy sock jail.
Real talk though, back in 2010 or 2011 my autistic ass printed out a bunch of memes that I identified with to try to illustrate how I felt all the time, and I gave them to my therapist/psychiatrist.
It was pages and pages of Advice Animal memes - Socially Awkward Penguin and Paranoid Parrot mostly, also a few of the depressed bear, I can’t remember what that one was called.
Just in case you thought something you did was cringe, believe me, I was and am cringier lol.
Were you trying to speedrun a diagnosis or did you do that unintentionally?
Unintentionally. I thought the memes would help me express my thoughts and feelings. All it did was confuse the psych. Lmao
How about instead of telling you about my problems, you just show me different memes till I say “mood”
Yes, officer. This guy right here.
That last one is a doozy. Return to the universe as super heated plasma in microseconds. You’d sit down and you wouldn’t even know it had happened.
I’m probably going to ruin your day here, but it’s also a reference to an old shock video called 1 man 1 jar. Without getting into too much detail, a man inserts a jar, the jar breaks, the man tries to remove shards of glass.
Oh, I’m well aware 🖖
The interview about it is somehow worse.
The one with om nom nom sounds and googly eyes was pretty funny tho
I’ve never seen or heard of an interview before. How is it worse than the original video?
Because he describes the whole ordeal in great detail.
That trip is not free.
I counted his fingers. Not because I thought the image was AI, but because the fetal alcohol face and the shirt made me wonder if he had the right amount.
So that’s what was wrong with that kid in my HS friends group. I guess there’s a reason he lived with his grandparents
I ended up stoping going to my therapist. Now we go to concerts, race autocross, and I was in his wedding.
