ocely

My ex is an ocely. She looks like a goddess but acts like she lost her dog and her soul.

That girl is an ocely. She’s got a smile that could win a beauty pageant but she’s crying in the corner.

He’s an ocely. He’s got the body of a god but he’s sitting on the couch eating cereal at 2 a. m.

OC means I’m so out of control I might start a fire just to get my mom off my back.

OC is when your DMV line is longer than your patience.

OC is when you’re at the DMV and you’re thinking about dying instead of filling out forms.

My friend’s open crib is the best. Her parents left for the weekend and the house is a war zone.

That open crib is wild. They turned the living room into a dance floor and spilled pizza everywhere.

The open crib at my cousin’s house was so good, the cops came over just to see what was going on.

That OC is so fake, I think she’s a robot from the future.

My friend made an OC based on me, but she gave me a nose and a bad personality.

That OC is so annoying, I want to punch her in the face every time she speaks.

Original content is like when your teacher makes you write a story about a dog that doesn’t exist.

Original content is just a fancy way of saying ‘this is what I came up with.’

Original content is what my friend wrote for homework and got a C because it was ‘too weird.’

That show is so annoying. All the girls are hot but they fight over the same boy.

That show is like my ex’s life, but on TV and with more make-up.

That show is the worst. They’re all hot, but they have more drama than my mom and her best friend.

That show is wild. Everyone is rich, they all look like models, and they still argue about money.

That show is like my life but with more money and less sleep.

That show is so fake, but I still watch it because the drama is real.