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Not today Justin
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Today's Document
Jules of Nature
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izzy's playlists!
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@frijjmagnet
you heathens will reblog day specific posts any day of the week. i woke up thinking it was wednesday
happy wake up thinking it was wednesday sunday
it's fucking friday
happy woke up thinking it was wednesday sunday but it was actually fucking friday tuesday
this month i'm doing a challenge called november, where i try to get through november
*clutching chest* please no, i have a wife and kids, please don't do this to me
the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.
Opening Task Manager to scare the programs into behaving again
I'm in my office, but the door is locked and the light is off
me every day, beginning A Task: agony! despair! woe! every moment on this wretched earth is filled with suffering! death! death! death!
ten minutes later: man, i'm so glad i washed the dishes & i was so normal about it
wikipedia is a gem
Bacchino Malato (Caravaggio, 1593)
My favourite thing about this post is that someone saw those photos of that cat and went “ah yes, I know exactly which 15th century Baroque painting this reminds me of”
So there's only one channel in this motel,
This morning while I was getting ready I was watching Sesame Street.
They were doing this bit where some clown was trying to wash his hands but kept washing his feet or his elbows and Elmo would go, “no mister noodle, your HANDS!” and all the tv kids would laugh.
Around the fourth or fifth time he couldn’t find his hands, I heard a grown man yell from somewhere else in the motel, “GODDAMMIT, MR. NOODLE.”
LITERALLY MY FAVORITE STORY ON ALL OF TUMBLR.
