in honor of this becoming a world heritage post or whatever
a long awaited squeakquel i meant to make months and months ago
to everyone in the tags with the “homophonic bowser” “so long gay bowser” and “love DOESNt win”
your all wrong, bowser is just already in a committed relationship
to everyone saying mario is a homewrecker, heres the truth
they just have the same taste
for some reason yall have stuck around this long so now your gonna get the MOST self indulgent sammi posting with the awnser to this
we go back to 2014 when i first watch that shitty live action mario movie, it was so bad i loved it so much. i knew it sucked but i was SO into it i loved it so much
and i specifically had a small crush on the lady who played the character big bertha, who was based on a one off comic character who was a giant cheep cheep who had a crush on mario. and in the movie was was also into mario. and let me tell you 14-15 year old cringe ass sammi drew SO much fanart of her as a mermaid who was in love with mario
so this one goes out to little crange ass baby nae nae sammi
mario and his giant spikey mermaid gf
Hey OP, I hope you know that this went from an amazing post to literally the best post on this site
I was a cheerleader at university, this was in the UK so not serious at all, but we did go and compete at Nationals which were being held in Bournemouth, a fair distance from our uni in London. One of the girls was like “omg you can stay at my house! My parents live like 30 minutes away.” so all 25 of us got on the coach with a blanket and pillow and clothes, expecting to like, stay at a house.
Her house in the New Forest. They had a pool and hot tub, a pool house, and I think 4 or 5 bedrooms and 2 reception rooms. I say “I think” because we weren’t actually allowed to stay in the house. Our coach and 2 male members stayed in the pool house, which had a very small room, plus a bathroom which all of us were to share. The rest of us had to sleep in a big tent gazebo thing in the garden. In May in England. When none of us were prepared for camping. It was about 10°c in the night, not comfortable at all.
I very briefly saw the inside of the house when I asked her mother if there was another bathroom because we were running late and i needed to put my contact lenses in, and she shooed me into a cupboard under the stairs. The living room I caught a glimpse of had enough space for all of us to sleep there.
The next day when we got back from the competition, we were given a BBQ dinner! Which consisted of 1 chicken leg and 1 potato each.
For the privilege of staying at her house, we all had to give Nadine £5.
Every time I see a post like this, I think of that time, freezing my ass off, in a mansion garden.
And they wonder why we say Eat the rich.
My dear old mum says “those who are good, give of what they have with their whole hearts, while those who aren’t and who have plenty will not give a shit for free”. And she is right.
I have had “friends” – people who I had considered upstanding, trustworthy folks, whom I’d helped and provided for before with no expectation of reciprocity when I was poor and struggling myself because I thought we were friends – present me with an itemized bill after a car ride. Including cleaning and petrol for their car, which the company they work for pays for. On a black AmEx.
Don’t trust rich fucks, they do not see you as people, never mind equals.
Don’t trust rich fucks, they
do not see you as people,
never mind equals.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
