when I was a kid my best friend and I were really enamored by the very exotic concept of quicksand so every summer we used to go down to the woods near the lakeshore and play in a patch of mud that would let us sink in it up to our chests and pretend that it was quicksand. it was extremely dense and very hard to move through or get out of and we always had to crawl out on our bellies, completely exhausted and coated in mud up to our necks. lost several shoes and one pair of pants that way.
us, playing in quicksand: “haha! let’s pretend this is quicksand!”
i get so scared. and i get scared again. yuo are never gonna calm me down. i get so scared. and i get scared again. you are never gonna calm me down. i drink a nervous drink. i drink a frightened drink. i drink an anxious drink, i drink a scary drink. i fear the scares that remind me of the scary times. i fear the scares that remind me of the horror times
meetcute idea: your packer slides down your pant leg and falls out and you’re mortified as hell but a guy picks it up and puts it in his pants instead and runs away reallyfast so you have to chase after him and get ur oenis back
