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getocakes

kaihasmoreswagthanyou3

jerking off is gay because you’re the same gender as yourself

loveridden1999

whisperingsoup

imagine a park bench underneath

joy-and-whimsy-official

Joy and whimsy detected! This post is joyful and whimsical!

freakoutgirl

how to do things that everyone else seems to do no problem

nyadversary

big shoutout to the gas station near my house which is running a deal on energy drinks and thought the best way to express this on their large LED sign was to make it read BANG MONSTER 2/$5

nyadversary

update: you'll be pleased to know that they rethought their sign and have changed it to read MONSTER BANG 2/$5

nyadversary

i have terrible news about the economy

they raised the price of monster bang :(

glitchgirlgasm

Monster bang inflation 😵‍💫

plumped-up-furrys-deactivated20

monster bang inflation 🥺🥺🥺

vintage-tigre

bo0zey

i tried to be funny and it backfired miserably

bo0zey

it’s 2014 it’s time we moved on as a nation and stop reblogging this

bo0zey

every person who reblogs this in 2015 is gonna get their ass kicked by yours truly

chernolian

via teaboot

contourkit-deactivated20160224

What if everything gets better in 2016

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

just-sans-things

my cherios spelled out my exact address this morning but like what the gudge ever i gobbled those honey nut freaks up and licked the bowl too

just-sans-things

someone contact my fucking lawyers

pangur-and-grim

I told my little nephew that I'd wave at his airplane when it flew over my house today, and he very calmly and politely explained that it wouldn't be possible to see me due to the limitations of human vision. I said he just had to squint real hard, and he took a deep breath and went into the toddler version of "see, what you're not understanding–"