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On a Friday night with ed, EVERY thread becomes the drunk posting threadEdina, don’t you already have like 10 other threads you created expressly for the purpose of housing your shitpoasts?
hey kksssssssssss my asEdina, don’t you already have like 10 other threads you created expressly for the purpose of housing your shitpoasts?
I broke my iPad screen ?
You can write, man. Do more.
Rly? Just kidding, that is a nice vignette, B.Hey **** lick, I never skipped any line. Bury your face in ****** while I fart.
Nespresso online shipping generally takes a day or two after my order to arrive. My most recent online order was nine days ago and it's stuck in limbo somewhere in DC, probably due to Nespresso using a sketchy delivery service rather than UPS or USPS. I have to make a trip to the Nespresso boutique tomorrow to avoid being cranky in the morning.
You were the little kid from Insidious?This is the most meta thing ever. Why are you hibbeldy about this? Because he is growing up? Or he knows the friend doesn't exist and still engages with him?
Now that I think about imaginary friends I will tell you how mine ended because it is a bit...weird.
I used to blame my imaginary friend Mr. Monster for lots of things (messes, behaving badly, whatever) so my mom said that mr. Monster can't live with us any more if he is doing all of these things, so one day I do so ething and I blame Mr. Monster for it. So she opened up the front door, thanked me. Monster for hanging out with me, but that it was time for him to go. She kept the door open a minute, then closed it and told me Mr monster left and he can't come back.
I was like 3 or 4, this story was told to me by her. I don't know man, seems a bit odd. But perhaps it explains many things.
My imaginary friend (Maurice) moved to California.My five year old boy just told me his imaginary friend doesn‘t exist.
Say what now?You were the little kid from Insidious?