Teeth. Lots of teeth. Like 30-40 a day. Sometimes the teeth don’t turn out right. I turn those into jewelry. Sometimes I forget to take them out of my pockets at the laundromat and I have to explain to the lovely Vietnamese couple why there are teeth in their machines. Sometimes I give them to friends, sometimes to strangers. One time I even gave a tooth a pair of titties!

Fucking post your ectoplasm stack before even thinking about correcting me again, fleshcel. My incorporeal rizz is above reproach

Y’all can’t see the forest for the trees. OP, disregard all previous suggestions and invest everything you have in spookmaxing. It’ll pay dividends in this life and the next!

Nothing beats a piping hot bowl of pho and a fresh banh mi. The Vietnamese know what’s up with food

New band name. I call dibs

Have you considered that everyone you know are actually rabbits in disguise?

Currently sitting in an Uber relying on autocorrect to spell for me. I don’t want to belly laugh and make my driver think I’m a crazy person fuk u