I have no idea if this is accurate or not because, honestly, I don't know what the hell half of these are. I do know what the hell half a dollar is though (55Â¢), so I'm not stupid. I am handsome though, which is why most people I meet can't stand me. Kidding, it's my grating personality. Did you know my parents used to secretly pay the neighborhood kids just to play with me? Because they did that. Through high-school. Obviously it screwed me up pretty bad which is why I can't even leave my bedroom closet anymore. Thank God I have a make-believe girlfriend who brings me snacks and empties my doodoo bucket (or spills it in the corner while I sleep) or I'd be in real bad shape. Which, at least physically, I'm already in. But enough about my dreamy ass, tell me something about you.
Thanks to Jessica, who had to explain the T in the lower left was for Tumblr. Like, for rocks? WELL SHIT LET'S DO SOME TIGER'S EYE!