my plot to destroy the british monarchy is to build an even bigger clock, called Biggest Ben (of course shaped like me, ben solo), thereby humiliating queen and making her reasign from her position, leaving me as the sole heir to the throne

my girlfriend left me for the walrus guy. i may be a “good for nothing wimp”, but this guy eats literal children, samantha, and probably isn’t even real (i’m not sure. can someone tell me ifalice in wonderland is doncumentrary or fake?)

my farvorite martin scorsese movie

I'm reviewing this from beyond the grave because Chris Nolan shot me on my way out of the theater for saying it "wasn't that good."