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30poundbass

did someone say… cocaine?

blackoutballad

here john go match w/ your ectosister

this might turn into another design set i’m a little apprehensive (￣◇￣;)

ditzydisco

And I can kill you…

My magic police project is finally done~

cressdarnelthorne

callingthehugz

CONGRATZ YOGSCAST FUCKING 6 MILL SUBS

I CANT CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT

THE FAMILY IS NOW 6 MILL SUBSCRIBERS SWEET HONEY JESUS

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

I DO NOT OWN THESE GIFS BUT IM SURE Y’ALL KNOW THIS FACT

HUGS AND FUCKING KISSES FOR EVERYONE

and this concludes it

if you see your gif then go on and say “hey it’s my gif!” and be mother fucking proud because thank you. i couldnt make this post without thou

To the Yogscast. Thank You! -Yognaughts

ninaserena

Sips’ GMod Prop Hunt Series!

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tastefullyoffensive

[ubertoolcomic]

drake-ramoray

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infininoodle

*prepares party popper*

infininoodle

*nervously shakes the party popper*

infininoodle

*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*

infininoodle

*has a wonderful night with the party popper*

infininoodle

*gets married to the party popper*

infininoodle

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.

Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.

"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"