do british people really eat beans on toast as a meal
in america is everyone ignorant
it was just a question damn no need to get hostile go eat some beans on toast

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do british people really eat beans on toast as a meal
in america is everyone ignorant
it was just a question damn no need to get hostile go eat some beans on toast
this dudebro in my english class said that ophelia deserved to die because “she led hamlet on” and my teacher threw her book against the wall
your teacher’s aim sucks
you ever been 2 seconds from a psychotic break because you cant get a necklace hooked
This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved we’ll be looking into the hundred year disappearance of the Avatar.
au revoir 2017, u dirty dirty slut
>2018 starts with a full moon
>2018 is year of the dog
i’m onto you werewolves
2018 is the year of the dog so I’m out here gently begging 2018 to please, please be a good dog
listen i’m not one for believing in the universe giving signs but… the first full moon of the year being on the first day of the year which is also a monday… sounds like a good opportunity to focus on rebirth, new beginnings, and personal growth and improvement
anyway, here’s one of the most iconic moments in cinematic history
shrek 2 was a fucking masterpiece
I literally remember being a young tot in the theater on the edge of my seat, wide eyed at everything that was going on, and it all just being the most magical intense scene I’d ever seen
Beeeeee goooooood.
I CAN NOT GET OVER THIS
It’s weird enough without the sound BUT THEN
My uncle’s sugar daddy is sitting next to me, showing me pictures of his cat
There are sentences I expect to read and then there’s this
dear people who villainise aph france: what are you so afraid of? happiness? love? salvation for our unworthy souls? please chose the path of light and let francis bonnefoy in your heart because you’re already in his
that means, in fact, HATERS GONNA HATE (*^ ・^)ノ⌒☆
You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.
You decide it’s best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. He’s a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?
You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”
He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking right through you. “The name’s Clark,” he says. “So, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?”
This one wins.
It’s been a few weeks, and one of Clark’s friends shows up. She’s pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out. First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.
Clark’s introducing her around. “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”
You blink, and take a step back in fear. You’ve never seen an 11 before.
The day Bruce Wayne shows up for his long promised interview with Lois Lane, you can’t help it, the mug your holding drops from your fingers and sends a shock of hot coffee and ceramic shards across the floor.
Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses you’re 99% sure he doesn’t actually need, and asks tentatively, “Everything all right?”
You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.
That’s it. Your gift has officially gone haywire. There is no other explanation. Because there is absolutely no way that Brucie Wayne is a 10.
At this point, you’ve seen it all. Miled manner reporters and billionaires at a 10 and a model-like woman at 11. You were really starting to doubt your power. The day you really stopped believeing in it was when Bruce Wayne came for another visit, and this time with a kid. The kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, a bit on the short side.
He was an 8.
The day you started believing in it again was when you saw on tv the formation of something called the justice league.
There were those same numbers over superman, batman, wonder woman and robin. That’s when you put two and two together. You wonder how nobody at the daily planet noticed that Clarke was Superman with glasses. You wonder why you didn’t notice. You wonder why nobody put two and two together that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman looked exactly the same. You look in the mirror as the realization hit you and you see your own number change from a 3 to a 9.
IT GOT BETTER
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god i remember finding out “unf” meant “universal noise of fucking” and i was so disappointed ew