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Channeling Molochian energy
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@hidden @Leaflord @Fever the tunnels were where it was at for me bitd
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@Leaflord @Fever I had two wealthy Asian friends in school (They were twins, a boy and a girl), but they had a poor immigrant nanny because their parents were too busy and she always took the three of us to the McDonalds and Burger King play rooms. Some of them were so awesome. Loved crawling around in the tunnels
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Oh fuark... little stroll down memory lane. I remember the cool play rooms in fast food joints. You don't really see that anymore, yeah? I don't think I've seen one since like the 2010s is not earlier.
Tragic loss of culture.
My parents used to take me to McDonalds, buy me a small fry and apple juice, get some something to pick at for themselves and theb unleash me into the ballpit. Fond memories
Also yes, there are a lot of youthful mistakes involving clussy that we would like to fix
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Fuck it. I'll take it
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@Leaflord @hidden If I could have a do over in life:
In high school there was this weird chick that worked at Hardee’s.
It was a restaurant with a ball pit and stuff for kids. In 1990 kids in the Midwest thought it was cool too have their birthday party at fast food joints.
Hardee’s became the number one joint in my town for that.
I wish I could remember that girl’s name because ever since Fedi explained too me how precious clussy is, I’ve been living in the past on that shit.
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@Leaflord @hidden Is this her?
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@Leaflord @hidden Now I have too google image “clown girl friend”
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How did it go?
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I refuse
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I am a terrible influence. Also CLOWN GF AAAAAUUUUGGGHHHB
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@Leaflord @hidden Show clown gf
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@Leaflord @hidden I remember kids like this. The “I will kill you” kids.
Very weird sitch
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I remember some little kid scratched my face for no reason, exposing me for the first time to the concept of unprovoked, senseless violence. I yeeted his ass down the strap straicase thing (it's like a woven cage with layers that act as steps. Kinda looks like a triangle floor jump-up in Rust) anyways I sent his ass tumbling down the thing and no one noticed it because parents in those days didn't know kids could die from falling, so they weren't really watching us lmao