Glad I could help you out, kid.
One thing I hate about being female:
Whenever I’m nearing “that time of the month” I always get so freaking hungry. And I want to eat everything I see.
So, it’s like…just at the point where I start liking the way my body looks and then
Eat the whole fridge.
And I’m just like
“Hey, guys. I want to go swimming in the ocean!”
Lucy forcing me and Hunter to do a mustache picture. Neither of us wanted to do it, but I won’t lie, it ended up being the most awesome and funny picture ever.
Lucy: You have to do this. *pulls out glasses*
Hunter: OH NO. OH MY GOD. OH PLEASE NO.
Lucy: YOU HAVE TO. And Jade is going to do it with us!
Hunter: Buh—..UGHHH. FINE. GET OVER HERE JADE.
Hunter: Are you sure?!
Jade: Yes -_-
Lucy: Let’s do it! =D
Hunter: I look so stupid!
Jade: YOU THINK YOU LOOK STUPID? LOOK HOW LONG MY MUSTACHE IS!
Lucy: I’m sorry. I have to do this.
Jade: I don’t even want to do it!
Laughing so hard I’m crying.
Talking to my best guy friend. Told him this story:
“I’ve been doing laundry all day. The detergent and fabric softener are on shelves above my head. The detergent, I pull down and pour in. The softener is in a thing where you press down the nozzle and put it in the downy ball. First time, it was a new bottle and it just splattered on me, right in my face and mouth. Second time, I didn’t realize that the downy ball wasn’t open. So I pushed the nozzle and instead of going INTO the ball, the softener just sprayed everywhere. And me being the dumbass I am, thought that I just didn’t have it over the hole in the downy ball. So I pushed it AGAIN. And it sprayed everywhere AGAIN. All over my face. LOL That makes me think of this one time I was so freaking drunk, in the middle of the day, for no other reason than I wanted to be drunk. And I was like SHIT..MY MOM TOLD ME TO DO LAUNDRY. I put the clothes in the washing machine and grabbed the detergent bottle and the freaking thing was too heavy for my drunk ass arms. So I dropped it. With the lid off. All over the front of the washing machine. I was like, ‘D: *looks around* UHHH. *GRABS TOWEL* =D’ But my drunken eyes couldn’t see where it all went. My mom gets home and she’s like, ‘WTF HAPPENED TO THE BATHROOM?!’”
I had tears pouring down my face the entire time I was telling him. Oh life.
Don’t mess with the English major.
When I try to look pretty:
I try to look like girls that are like:
But I usually end up being all:
I’m such a troll.
@HUNTERHAYES - IS MILK /REALLY/ MORE IMPORTANT THAN SHARK ATTACKS, HUNTER? COME ON!!!
Jade: Okay, back.
Jesse: RAAAAWR *trips on a root* *falls into a ditch and rolls a hundred feet, landing in a river*
Jade: *stands there looking around*
Hunter: *walks up* Hey Jade =D Where’s Jesse?
Jade: Ah—..=/…He—…=/ =/….*points*
Hunter: Oh, he finally went to the store. GOOD MAN. I needed milk.
Hunter: Let’s go watch a movie! :D *steers her away*
Hunter: COME ON! It’s a good one this time, I promise!
Jade: *looks over her shoulder* D:
Jesse: *is screaming for help, his leg bones poking out of his muscles, and is suddenly attacked by a shark* FFFFFFF
Jade: Hunter, we should really go back and help Jesse.
Hunter: With MILK? I mean, come on, I knew that guy had scrawnier muscles than me, but if he needs help with a gallon of milk, we’ve got problems.
Jesse: *meanwhile is beating the shark over the head with half of his own leg*
Jade: Bu—..you don’t—
Hunter: IF YOU DON’T WANT TO WATCH A MOVIE WITH ME, JUST TELL ME! )=<
Jade: D:….*is so torn between saving Jesse and having a date with Hunter*
Jesse: GOD DANGIT! DIE! STUPID SHARK! *beats with leg* ARGH MY BOOT!
-30 minutes later-
Jesse: *comes back, legless, with no milk*
Hunter: WTF DUDE? WHERE’S MY MILK?
The conversations I have with my friends on messenger have got to stop being so funny they make me cry.
So, some opinions would be nice.
Do you think it is okay or not to post my music on other artists’ pages to promote myself?