what’s the difference between an old greyhound bus terminal and a lobster with 36B breasts?
one’s a crusty bus station and the other’s a busty crustacean
i’m going to make a blog called so-unrelatable and i’m just going to go through really obscure tags reblogging things like “does anyone else hate it when you’re going antiquing and you drop your vibrator into a priceless arabesque vase and the entire table starts bumpin and you just gotta be like Oh My God These Antiques Are Haunted”





