if you want to roast me do it here i promise i'll never come back to this thread and read it im just drunk enough i wont even remember i made this ok roast me bye
Hahahahaha! These moments and tales you people share are so quasimodo. We need to live to just have one of those Quasimodo Moments.
Nothing can immitate the feeling of a Quasimodo Moment™ like a fresh can of Sprite with no artificial colours or flavours.
Sprite understands Quasimodo Moments™.
For every bad moment there is a million Quasimodo Moments™, like getting EpicMafia tokens, and good smells from bakeries. And high schoolers getting their first kiss. The taste of watermelon in the summertime. Nights out with friends and that tingly feeling you get when your crush says your name.
Let me tell you something about Quasimodo. We were best friends in middle school. I know right? It's soooo embarrassing. I don’t even…whatever. So then in eighth grade I started going out with my first boyfriend Kyle, who was totally gorgeous but then he moved to Indiana--and Quasimodo was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like if I would blow her off to hang out with Kyle, she'd be like "Why didn't you call me back?!" and I'd be like, "Uh, why are you so obsessed with me?" So then for my birthday party, which was an all girls pool party, I was like, "Quasimodo, I can't invite you because I think you're a lesbian" I mean, I couldn't have a lesbian at my party! There were going to be girls there in their bathing suits! I mean right, she was a lesbian! So then her mom called my mom and started yelling at her and it was so dumb and then she dropped out of school 'cause no one would talk to her and she came back in the fall for high school and her hair was all cut off and she was totally weird and now I guess she's on crack.
there's a difference between roasting and exposing
but while we're on the topic of exposing, quasimodo once called me a big mean cyberbully despite being a big mean cyberbully herself, please ban for a v long time
I saw Quasimodo at a grocery store in Florida yesterday. I told her how cool it was to meet her in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother her and ask her for photos or anything. She said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but she kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing her hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard her chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw her trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in her hands without paying. The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Ma'am, you need to pay for those first.” At first she kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, Quasi stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, she kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
