i want someone who will sit on a rooftop with me at 3 am and shave their head while i shave my head and then hotglue the hair to the roof so the roof will have hair
reblog and share things to do on the internet with a room full of friends
i play a game called “So You’ve Got This Special Guy” in which i go on etsy and look up something like “gifts for him” or “gifts for boyfriend” or whatever and find whatever deranged shit etsy recommends buying for a man knowing only that he is a man.
i then interrupt my friends who are probably having a better conversation with “so, you’ve got this special guy, right?” and when they agree that they do, i describe the exact guy that would want that sort of thing. (“and your special guy, he goes to bed, and he doesn’t have a place to put the things he has in his jean pockets which he wears to bed, which is, of course, his phone, an eiffel tower keyring with no keys on it, one (1) ring, a bullet vibrator or something, his canadian money clip with american change, both his watches, and his fucking gun, right? he has all those things and needs all of them at the ready in the dead of night right next to his head, because he’s too busy being the best dad to put his gun in a safe or whatever?”)
i then cap it off with “well, do i have the gift for you!” and show them an image like this
hours of fun for me and hours of “jesus christ bert can we do something else” for my buds