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crows!!!! holding flowers!!!!! walking!!!!!! holding round things!!!
they are not all crows but anyways
Benny Harlem, an aspiring singer, songwriter, and model, holds the Guinness Book of World Recordsā title for tallest high top afro at 52.07 cm (20.5 inches). Photos with his daughter Jaxyn have taken social media by storm.
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Photos of Japanese Playground Equipment at Night by Kito Fujio
whoever made this meme is A FAKE FAN
fairy godmother was singing her iconic cover of āi need a heroā during this scene,Ā ālivinā la vida locaā wasnāt performed by puss in boots and donkey until the end of the movie
literally check yourself before you wreck yourself
shrek yourself before you wreck yourself
A. The song title you are looking for is āHolding Out for a Heroā which is a song by Bonnie Tyler, but performed in this film by the incomparable Jennifer Saunders (of AbFab fame).
B. Mongo had a featured line during āLivinā la Vida Locaā, which he sang from his final resting place in the moat, meaning that it is completely fair to assume that someone would associate the song with his dying moments.
So who is the real fake Shrek fan?
things heating up in the Shrek fandom.
french recipes: if youāre not making this in paris then whatās the point. fuck you
italian recipes: use the left leg meat of a pig from one of three farms in this specific area of tuscany, or from this day my grandmother will begin manifesting physically in your house
american recipes: buy these three cans of stuff and put them in a pan congrats you cooked
chinese recipes, as handed down from mother to child: season it with a pinch of this and some of that. you want to know the exact amount? feel it in your heart. ask the stars. yell into the void.Ā
English recipes: boil and salt it. Okay thatās it enjoy
Greek recipes: You followed all the right steps but this isnāt quite right. I donāt know what to tell you.
Australia recipes: chuck it on the barbie
Latinx recipes: you will never make it better than your abuela, face the facts
Armenian recipes: spend eight days laboring over the stove. the food will be flavorful with the sacrifice of your sanity. no one will appreciate it.
Canadian recipes: It either needs more bacon, more maple syrup, more gravy, or an unholy combination of the three
who wants to be my valentine?
The real question is who wants to be part of this capitalistic holiday that skewed the actual meaning and significance of love and turned it to a day of spending money on short lived indulgences and false representation of the meaning of love?
me
some peopleā¦smh
Y'all pray for my girl Pippa Soo. Aināt nothing wrong with her, sheās just the human embodiment of sunshine.
When treatin yourself goes too far
IāM LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW JUST
SHE DONāT WANT NO CHECKERS TONIGHT
āman ur such a pussyā a jock says to me. i laugh. āwell,ā i begin, looking up at him and popping the collar of my jean jacket, ālike they say,ā everyone waits in anticipation, āu are what u eat.ā the jock dies instantly, the crowd cheers, obama is there,
now that obama isnt president anymore (*wipes away tear*) this is so much funnier cause i imagine obama dressed in jeans, taking a break from his private civilian life, just to come congratulate you on your diss