one of the requirements for marrying me is you have to give bitchin back rubs because my back hurts literally all the damn time
EMI quality control room, 1965
That job would suck so hard. I wouldn’t take it for anything.
And I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids and your talking dog
imagine: a court system where you do not know the gender, race, sexual orientation, wealth, name, ect. of the person being charged
think of how different the punishments would be
u cant listen to a pink floyd song w/o bein like “is that my doorbell?” (pause) “no” “did someone just cough?” (pause) “no” “are those police sirens?” (pause) “no”