freudiandip
I should be called freudianshit with all the shit that's coming out of my mouth.
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freudiandip
· 6 years ago
I remember helping my sister host a party for her son, and one if the mothers was Really adamant that her daughter couldn't eat gluten. We hadn't been forewarned, so I drove about 2 miles to the store so the poor girl would at least have some cookies. When I got back with a gluten free package of strawberry cookies (eXSPENSIVE) the little girl shook her head and told me she wasn't actually gluten intolerant, but her mom liked to say that so she'd get to talk about it with the other moms. Poor kid.
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The dangers of dabbing in Russia 2 comments
freudiandip
· 6 years ago
In Russia you do not dab, but Putin, the all seeing god of all, punishes you
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Some thrash for y'all 10 comments
It doesn’t matter with some people 6 comments
freudiandip
· 6 years ago
Send me that audio from a band you like at five in the morning, I don't give a fuck. Get excited over Grey's Anatomy and drumsticks. I fucking love it, babe
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I do this all the time taking tests & at work! 18 comments
freudiandip
· 6 years ago
Oh... Well... What about an internet hug? All pixels, no actual physical reassurance?
Just saying 2 comments
I do this all the time taking tests & at work! 18 comments
I think about that anytime I’m driving or doing something dangerous. 7 comments
freudiandip
· 6 years ago
This is why I surround myself with my friends. I feel like I want to do something absolutely horrifyingly stupid, I announce it, and my friends slap the back of my head and tell me why it's a terrible idea
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aka my friend 6 comments
freudiandip
· 6 years ago
Someone has to make sure they don't dare each other to do stupid shit like running to fight cars on the highway
f*ck this shit. Im out. 9 comments
I'm in no rush 3 comments
freudiandip
· 6 years ago
My childhood dog did that when my sister died... He just stopped eating. Refused to leave her bed. I remember that we took him to vet to figure out what was wrong with him, and the vet said there wasn't anything. After about two weeks he died in my other sister's lap. I was only *ten years old at the time, and she told me he'd went to play with Lil sis in heaven.
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