i fuckin hate the type of person who enters a room when a show is on and starts talking. what the fuck is wrong with you. who the fuck raised you. are you an animal. get out of my house
for evidence of male fragility look no further than their basically universal fear of dating women taller than them
stepping on crunchy leaves satisfies me in ways a man never could
What will I do? What will I do? What are you talking about?! You are Elastigirl! My god. Pull yourself together! “What will you do?” Is this a question? You will show him you remember that he is Mr. Incredible, and you will remind him who you are. Well, you know where he is. Go, confront the problem. Fight! Win! And call me when you get back, darling. I enjoy our visits.