I'm so sorry for this \ (february)
~
ross, to everyone who tried to kill him in death request: if you fucking put a hand on me I'm gonna fucking rip your face off, BITCH.
bora: what did they do?!
ross: BECAUSE THEY FUCKING PUSHED ME-
rob: this kid is on crack right now.
joe: *gets hit on the head with a basketball* YAA! *gets hit again* YaAaAaA-
joe: *behind a wall to scare andrew & zubin, mostly andrew*
andrew & zubin: *walks by*
joe: *shouts at them*
andrew: *screams* fuck you.
ross: hey, how much money do you have?
andrew: wow. 69 cents.
ross: oh! you know what that means!
andrew: *crying* I don't have enough money for chicken nuggets.
zubin: I spilled lipstick in your valentino bag.
rob: you spi- wh- wh- wh- wha- LIPSTICK IN MY VALENTINO WHITE BAG?!
joe: people are always saying I slay. maybe I do.
joe: *slices sword in air*
joe: *knocks down flying object with sword*
joe: *poses*
steve, when leaving the band: *takes off backpack*
"fuck this shit I'm out"
steve: *launches self into trash can*
rob: *playing ukelele* hey, how you doin', well I'm doing just fine, I lied, I'm dying inside.
andrew: *playing the piano*
zubin: go suck a dick! suck a dick! suck a motherfucking dick!
andrew: *singing angelically* suck a dick, suck a huge or small dick~
andrew: how much did you pay for that taco?
ross: aye, you know this boy's got his free taco- *falls on skateboard* *drops taco to the ground*
andrew: *laughs*
rob: *strumming guitar* I love you, bitch.
some random girl: oh my god...
rob: I ain't never gonna stop loving you, BITCH. *another guitar strum*
zubin & rob: *approaching a staples*
zubin: do you think they'll actually have staples?
*they find staples*
rob: no way!
zubin: *grabs a box of staples* yes...wait, you know what this means.
zubin & rob: *running to a dick's sporting goods*
YOU ARE READING
tally hall, but they're vines
Randomhave you ever seen a vine and thought, "wow! that really seems like [TALLY HALL MEMBER]!" well, no more wishing and imagining it was them since this book now exists!!! ...
