Spooky Spicy N' Wild

I fuckign love frogs man

[chimpanzeedotcom]

You're obsessed with the rotting bloated corpse. It's like your Jungkook. Embarassing!

[technofinch]

I have GOT to stop spending $30

[tall]

[no-sharks-on-the-sun]

[no-sharks-on-the-sun]

they killed him for this

[shamebats]

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

[twinktorturer]

the most sexual emotion a man can feel is fear

[browsingfreakshit]

Now why would Tumblr user twinktorturer say something like this

[thestateonmtv]

So with voting do you cum when a person get bitten into or when a person is swallowed or does it depend on the moment

[beachdeath]

usually you just mark a ballot with a pen or you select the candidate you want on a screen. sometimes you hole punch the ballot though

[anarchistmemedistro]

[valtsv]

i'm like a fujoshi but for dead people

[valtsv]

if you could see the thread i'm hanging on by you would not say these things to me

[loveridden1999]

the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad

[confirmed-and-contorted]

slamming your knights visor down when you’re finished talking to them, like slamming the phone back on the receiver.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

sorry to be a broken record every month but christ menstruation is a stupid concept. oooooh excuse me for not getting pregnant, why the fuck is there goo falling out of me about it? grow the fuck up and reabsorb that shit for nutrients.

[ilywtf]

>settings

>world settings

>set to "your oyster"

[kaijuerotica]

save me, rice mixed with some bullshit

[energyprison]

Im sorry i know its bad to post screenshots of ads but unemployedprofessors.com is really getting me

[wifegideonnav]

“bits to use in everyday conversations”

[infimace-blog]

dead wife montage but it's a henchman reminiscing about da boss after he got put six feet under. picking flowers before hiding the bodies, wiping cocaine from your nose after a big night, that long drive down the beach to find the bookie who squealed. where did the days go