Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
we’ve ruined it
what if you farted on the table
IT GOT BETTER
imagine the whole table being woodgrain cuz of yall hot ass breaf
Friends don’t let friends scratch their helmets
HE FUCKIIN SAVED HIM FROM BREAKIN HIS NECK
Yet again, the realist friend you could ever have
The fucking smile *ding* flash at the end though