Heard that you were talkin’ shit.
If you can find a ring big enough, sure.
But, dear! I-I can’t dance…!
I literally cannot dance. I am a building.
Finish a stack of pancakes from ihop
au where lztd is some kind of really messed up ballroom dance. except instead of dancing we just trip over eachother and occasionally call eachother weenies and some of us fuck eachother. ihop is our one and only food provider
mom i can’t go out i run a resturaunt blog now
no, I can’t come into work, I run a blog about work now
No restaurant I can’t come home, I’m a mom now
but like what if it’s just one person running all of these restaurant blogs
or what if we are all run by actual talking buildings
Starbucks:Green Tea Frappuccino/IHOP:Chicken & Waffles.