Having thus excluded conversation and desisted from study, he had neither business nor amusement. His ideas, therefore, being neither renovated by discourse nor increased by reading, wore gradually away, till at last his anger congealed into madness.
Wednesday, April 09, 2014
"Yeah, give me an octagon… to go."
“Yeah, give me an octagon… to go.”
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—my dad, trying to order a crunchwrap supreme at the taco bell drive-thru. every time. (via floresdetrapo)
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