(Source: ladymisskate, via friedchickenandsushi)
SCENE 1: I wear this shirt to le party.
SCENE 2: Caucasian Hipster Gay Andro Chick comes up to me and says bewilderedly, “WOAH. Woah. You’re kidding me right??” and proceeds to straighten out my shirt so she can get a “better” look at what it says.
I, perhaps equally bewildered, ask “What happened…?!???” in my utterconfusion as to what exactly I would have been kidding about.
She finishes inspecting my shirt, which, by the way, she had rudely fondled and stretched out without my permission, and proclaims: “BIGGEST LIFE FAIL EVER!!!! I can’t— I gotta go.” -in disgust(?????) she exits the scene, practically running away and throwing her hands up in (perhaps misguided?) condescension and dispair.
SCENE 3: I’m like:
Please stay away from me with your Musically Ignorant ass. Thank you kindly.
