spaghetti pockets story:
>Cute girl in line in behind me
>"Hey, how are you doing?“
>oh fuck conversation
>”Oh, I’m good, and you?“
>”That’s good, are you busy this Saturday?“
>”I, don’t think so"
>She points to ear
>Wearing a bluetooth headset
>It all makes sense
>Drop my items and put my hands in pockets
>There’s a hole in my pockets
>Spaghetti trickles down my leg from my shorts
>Shorts are no longer comfy and easy to wear

Bro since I got dirtpilled on Tuesday I have made sooo many worm friends and made them soo many little houses to get married in. Me? Lonely? No you’re the lonely one u lawn owning freak