i was in middle school and went to olive garden with my parents. the waiter had one of those voices that…you know, that men in the gay community normally have.
and so they had this soup on the menu i wanted called pasta fagioli that i wasn’t sure how to pronounce and also i had social anxiety
and it didn’t go well
In principle, I agree. But you had to see this jacket, paired as it was with a white boy afro. Truly a diagnosable countenance.
Honestly I’d love to see it if you had a picture and like blurred your face or something
I promise that if any pictures still exist, then they have been kept against my strict orders. If I find out someone has one I will be forced to become a wizard again to destroy them
Seems fair.