Friend: “What's that on your arm?”
Me: “Oh, nothing. Just decided I wanted to cosplay a tiger.”
Friend: “What's that on your arm?”
Me: “Oh, nothing. Just decided I wanted to cosplay a tiger.”
Listen here, you simpleton. You're clearly not the sharpest tool in the shed, and that's saying something. A friend asks about some marks on 'me' and 'me' says it's because 'me' wants to dress up like a tiger. Get it? 'Me' is not actually dressing up like a tiger; 'me' is hurting 'me', and that's a really, really sad and dark thing to say.