“Drop the beat, Skrillex!”
But Skrillex doesn’t drop the beat. Instead, he clutches it in his hands, unable to let it go, dooming the fate of the world in his greed.
“Drop the beat, Skrillex,” repeats a desperate Samwise Gamgee, “please.”
mom: did you get your grades back?
mom: really? cause your teacher called.
current emotion: that barn from the walking dead
WHY DID YOU SET ME ON FIRE, SPONGEBOB
WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST WRITE YOUR ESSAY