So I accidentally sent an email to my professor that was meant for my friend with the subject “MATT PLEASE REMOVE YOUR PANTS”
with a bunch of pictures of Matt Smith and all this super creepy text, and I just got this email back from him:
….oh god.
I hate it when someone bumps into me and doesn’t say sorry or anything.
And I’m like,
you know when someone makes kinda of like a mean joke about you and like obviously they’re kidding around but you know it’s true and then you just feel like shit for a really really really long time
yeah
- teacher: where is your homework?
- me: whoa there! please wait an hour before asking any more questions.
- mom: why are you laughing alone in your room
imagine if it went the opposite way around
- Me: Hi! Can you sign my pap-
- Band Member: MARRY ME
- Me: What?
- Band Member: What?
- Me:
- Band Member:
- Me:
- Band Member: I mean yeah, sure I'll sign your paper.
