you get to a certain age and your birthday cake starts looking like a portal to the infernal realms that await you, hungering
My man is holding on to that table like he’s about to fall off the earth
he should get on the floor. It’s drunk frat bro rules: if everything starts spinning get on the floor, cause you can’t fall off the floor
(plus it would be funny to watch him try and fail to get back up)
When your birthday cake looks like a bonfire
not beating the desiccated corpse allegations by posting the self-own 15 quintillion candle bonfire cake.
If it wasn’t for the fact I hate this motherfucker and his motherfucking face and his corrupt bullshit family, I would almost feel bad for this elder abuse.