I have a poem for you.
is like a pile of poop,
it's very poop like.
You are very poop like.
It was a free verse if you didn't notice.
And now a .gif of how you look like while running on the treadmill.
“I`m so happy for the city of Winnipeg and the fans. It’s always been a very special place for me. There’s a reason why it’s called Friendly Manitoba! It’s obviously sad for Atlanta fans but it will be great to see NHL hockey in Winnipeg again.”—Teemu Selanne (via 33royhappened)
It involved this kid at school (whom I’ve never talked to) who plays hockey, me babysitting his younger brother (he doesn’t have one), his older sister showing up (he doesn’t have one) who turns out to be a beauty queen (like pageants), driving on a bridge, birds swooping in for fish, and we were listening to The Beatles.
Once upon a time, you met Tyler Seguin and got married.
You moved to Sweden and lived in a Apartment.
You eventually had 50 kids with Tyler Seguin.
You drove around in a Olive Green Bug.
You worked as a Teacher until the age of 65, when you retire.
Sounds like a plan to me.
This seriously made me laugh. The 50 kids killed me.
That child is not sad. That child is not angry. That child is not wondering what kind of live he could of lived. That child does not think, “Mother, why did you not love me? That child is not thinking at all.
The only people it immediately affects, are the parents. It’s their decision, no one else’s.