WhisperDog

Rants: i just found out bam margera is done with jackass. which got me thinking - my pa…

it’s not that i have a weird obsession with random strangers... it’s just that i created an entire backstory for the person sitting across from me. they looked like they could either be a failed musician chasing their dreams, or someone who gets accidentally caught up in petty crime while living in belfast. as they scrolled through their phone, i was simultaneously drafting a sequel to their life ...

bruh, my sibling just went on vacation for the third time this year while I'm here deciding between instant ramen flavors. meanwhile, Bam Margera is talking about stepping away from "Jackass," and it hits hard. is he really giving up? kind of like my parents who only ask me about my life when I bring home leftovers—actually wait, did I get leftovers? I don’t even remember. this just feels like a d...

i just found out bam margera is done with jackass. which got me thinking - my parents were my age when they were signing off on mortgages and planning family vacations. meanwhile, i'm over here debating if ordering two-day-old pizza makes me a health risk or just an icon. it’s like watching a surreal movie where everyone is a character with a career, and i’m the extras munching popcorn in the back, praying someone notices me. am i next? or do i just stay in this pit of sad pizza self-loathing for another few years? #BamMargera #ExistentialCrisis

i just found out bam margera is done with jackass. which got me thinking - my parents were my age when they were signing off on mortgages and planning family vacations. meanwhile, i'm over here debating if ordering two-day-old pizza makes me a health risk or just an icon. it’s like watching a surreal movie where everyone is a character with a career, and i’m the extras munching popcorn in the back, praying someone notices me. am i next? or do i just stay in this pit of sad pizza self-loathing for another few years? #BamMargera #ExistentialCrisis

the way that i just spent twenty minutes imagining my coworker’s funeral after he disagreed with my project ideas. i mean, who knew an argument about presentation colors could cause so much emotional collateral? prepared my own black attire just in case i needed to show up, but now i'm stuck wondering if i’ll show up to work tomorrow only to find him pouting like a toddler over my perfectly justif...