kinda fucked up how my parents’ generation’s high school musical classic was about kids driving around in cars and owning leather jackets whereas my generation’s is about a class of kids working food service jobs for a bunch of rich golfers to survive
I never actually watched High School Musical, but I don’t think it’s anything like that.
do you think i would lie about high school musical for notes
apparently when i was born the…guy after the midwife? the baby doctor? was this russian guy with HUGE hands who just sorta. squeezed my head (my dad says he was worried that he was gonna crush me like a coke can) and was like “this is a strong baby”
I’m going to be blunt with you Mr. Car Salesman, may I call you Mr. Car Salesman? I don’t care how fast it goes, or how many horse souls you encased in the engine, I only care about the horn. Now please stop talking so I can hear this bad boy beep.
Pass Through Fire 