Executive dysfunction is basically going “Okay one two three go. And now. Aaaaaaannnnnnnd we’re goinnnnng now.” for like three hours before the thing happens
salt & vinegar chips are snacks for fucking masochists. literally the entire flavour of the goddamn chip is “acetic acid, which will hurt your tongue, and then just salt on top of that to hurt it worse”. it’s brutal. this chip is designed to hurt you
creepypasta titles r like: “my ass got slapped in the forest… there was no one there” “i ate a handful of sand in the 4th grade, and i’ll never do it again” “my dad went to a casino”