...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...


I am going to the prom this weekend.

Prom goals:
  • Slow-dance with my head on someone's shoulder and an inappropriate amount of space between our privates.

  • Makeout in the back of someone's ratty 1969 Plymouth.

  • Use my telekinetic powers to set the building on fire.



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