mal día

me: disgusting day, it couldn't be worse. -the doorknob about to catch on my pocket: you rejoice early, darling

two girls are sitting on the roof... one is good, the other is evil and throwing stones at passers-by, the evil one hit 3 times, and the good one 5... because good always defeats evil!

dear diary, the day somehow went wrong

let me go, you bastard! I'm jaw fucking I'm evil fuck

I was walking along the bank one day, and in the river a man who had run out of arguments in an argument was drowning. "stick to the spelling!" - I shout to him. barely saved...

To make cooking soup less boring, try feigning a villainous laugh every time you add an ingredient.

it seems he is plotting universal evil