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It’s been a long day. I’m super tired and just chilling on my laptop in the living room while my dad watches the Food Network in the background. I wasn’t paying attention in the slightest. Then, suddenly and with the diaphragm strength of an Ancient Greek orator projecting to the very last soul in the last row of the amphitheater, a single word erupts from the depths of my subconscious.


It wasn’t until my dad’s “What the hell?!” that I blink and look up to see the label “1/4 cup of beetroot” on the screen. 

I’m like a Russian Sleeper Agent but so much worse and utterly useless beyond shouting memes on command before I even know what’s leaving my mouth.

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