Sometimes I think that my thighs are too big to wear short shorts and then I’ll walk past a window and my muscles ripple with each step and I remember why they’re and big and that they’re fuckin’ badass.
“Drop the beat, Skrillex!”
But Skrillex doesn’t drop the beat. Instead, he clutches it in his hands, unable to let it go, dooming the fate of the world in his greed.
“Drop the beat, Skrillex,” repeats a desperate Samwise Gamgee, “please.”
*drinks vodka* *gags* “ugh I hate vodka” *drinks vodka*