My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.
Alright so I saw a post on here and it was this song but sped to walking speed…except Alex sounded like a chipmunk. So I took it upon myself to do the same thing, except keep the original pitch. I love it.
HOW DO YOU DO THIS MAGIC