a collection of shit posts

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these are all my shitposts that i thought were keep worthy,, enjoy lol

modern steve & soda's halloween costume ??

they both dress up as chefs, and when asked what they are:

chef steve, holding two pieces of bread on each side of soda's head: WHAT ARE YOU?!?!chef soda: an idiot sandwich

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Two-Bit: one time my refrigerator stopped working and I didn't know what to do

Two-Bit: so I just moved

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Dar-bit as Parents (Parks and Outsiders edition.)Two-Bit: I'm sneaking broccoli into the mac and cheese so the children don't know they're eating vegetables.Two-Bit: That's what parenting is all about. Helping your children...through lies.Darry: Well not just your children... I've been sneaking vegetables into your waffles for years now. Since way before we were married.Two-Bit: ... What?

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Soda: I got my ankles microwaved!Steve: X-rayed.Soda: they took my blood away to use for science!Steve: Cholesterol tests.Soda: Steve had his.. sinuses removed!Steve: Looked at.Soda: Some guy looked at my wiener.Steve: and that guy wasn't even a doctor!Soda: .. what?

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Soda: Darry, I tried to make ramen in the coffee potSoda: and I broke everything

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Two-Bit: I made my money the old fashioned wayTwo-Bit: I got ran over by a Lexus

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Dally: can I have these question mark stickers?Darry: why?Dally, grabbing the stickers and running for the door: I want to put them on stop signsDarry: dALLAS, N ODally: dALLAS, Y E S

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Soda: whenever Darry asks me for the Latin names of any of our plants, I just give him the names of rappersSoda: those Ludacrises are coming in great

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modern dar-bitTwo-Bit: I'm storming Area 51Darry: You're not storming shitTwo-Bit: I'm storming it

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*two-bit hands ponyboy a beer*Two-Bit: good job on your homework, kiddo.Darry: Keith no - the kid's 14.Two-Bit: oh!*hands ponyboy another beer*Two-Bit: You're a growing boy!Darry: Keith, NO

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two-bit: accidentally grabs barbecue sauce instead of his beer and starts drinking it

two-bit, minutes later: wait no

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