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@221-tea
The Present
This is. so good.
All the Phony People Where do they all come from? All the Phony People Where do they all belong?
Henry the intern Looks at the dog and the children and takes off his coat He is a goat.
Young secretary Secretly hoping that nobody working can see She’s made of bees.
All the Phony People Where do they all come from? All the Phony People Where do they all belong?
If someone doesn’t turn this into an audio post I will be so dissapointed O.O
Michael from HR
Typing a memo to people he knows are not real
He is a seal
Dog out of trenchcoat
Happily sharing the news of his raise on the phone
Chewing a bone
All the Phony People
Where Do they all come from
All the Phony People
Working with no thumbs
oh god i can’t stop laughing
Next time me and my sweetie go out for karaoke, we’re singing this version :D
It has been decided :D
@disgustinganimals
All these animals followed my advice and I couldn’t be prouder.
@nitatyndall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH.
MY.
GOD.
Assume the Best
Evening Post: August 12, 1899. “She immediately alighted, caught hold of the astonished youth, and gave him a sound thrashing, using her fists in a scientific fashion…” I would love to know what this means.
I think that might be code for “punched him in the balls with devastating accuracy”.
it is absolutely code for “punched him in the balls with devastating accuracy”
As is the case with boxing, it most likely means that she was precise and methodical. So, yes. She punched him in the balls with devastating accuracy.
“to the delight of several colliers who were passing” just imagining these coal miner bros standing around all WHOO YOU GO GURL
I GOT UR HUGE FLOWER HAT BB KICK HIS ASS
It’s really hard to choose a favorite part of this story.
Kate McKinnon talks about her failed attempt at humor in French, in France. |2016-07-12|
Taco cat spelled backwards is taco cat. (via radtoria)
The Manul Cat Is The Most Expressive Cat In The World
wtf kind of combination of time, resources, energy, and dedication do your friends have to build an entire mini room in your room as a prank??
i want people who are this invested in me
Briar tea with autumn swirl…by Dina Belenko
I just traded my neighbour a jar of raw honey for his parakeet’s corpse.
It is also worth noting that the only reason I have so much raw honey is because I made a dress for a beekeeper’s daughter.
And that I need the parakeet bones to make a necklace for the woman who fixed my antique cello.
And that I got the cello as payment for juggling at a child’s birthday party.
When did my life get this weird?
your life is a fucking sidequest
Cool Vampire
How to Ride a Werewolf
Now remember, a lady rides sidesaddle, NOT astride. Your mother would be in hysterics at the very idea that a daughter of hers would ride a werewolf astride! Why, next you’ll be showing ankle…
The top hat is what makes it for me.
HAT INDICATES WEREWOLF!!!!!
OH MY GOD I HAD FORGOTTEN THAT JOKE and then the SECOND I saw your username on the reblog I was like
HAT INDICATES WEREWOLF
On Thursday, just as I am saying goodbye to Margaret Atwood at the end of our interview, I get a text message. “Oh,” I say. “Bob Dylan’s won the Nobel prize.” She is about to have her photograph taken, and is arranging a rakish grey felt hat atop her steely curls. She looks at me, opens her mouth very slightly, and widens her eyes. They are the faintly unrealistic blue of a Patagonian glacier. “For what?” she says, aspirating the word “what” with devastating effect.
Margaret Atwood’s lack of patience with sloppy male writers is just!!! The best!!! I love her!!! (via wehaveallgotknives)