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apprentice and master baker makin biscuits

what I say: I’m fine…

what I mean: why did mike wazowski say ‘you’ve been jealous of my good looks since the fourth grade, pal’ to sulley in monsters inc, but they actually met in college at monsters university, which was many years after he claimed it in the first film?

lolsofunny

you promised these kids krabby the clown

but all i saw was

cheapy the cheapskate

retrogamingblog

Prepare for Trouble

from-planet-earth-deactivated20

Actually, could we make that double?

retrogamingblog

parkchanwoohoo

My brother: What’s air ‘bnb’ stand for?

Me: oh a b&b is a bed and br–

My brother: Bungeons and Bragons

askiathedickhead

How do they keep falling for the bait?

officialbluebeetle-deactivated2

ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog

imagine that howling at the moon

officialbluebeetle-deactivated2

imagine

languageloveaffair

weavemama

can u imagine being one of the best humanitarians out there just to have headlines talk about your pregnancy instead of the work you put in with trying to help genocide/rape victims…..

tahthetrickster

im going to dismantle this dashboard update board by board

tahthetrickster

i cant believe its been 5 years since the original post and now i have to dismantle this dashboard update board by board aGAIN

417miles

chai-babe

where is this, I want to go and be their mother

trickthekick

“I’m just going to watch Shrek in my head.”

As a little kid, I was SOOOOOO damn obsessed with Shrek.

I mean the kind of obsessed where I’d watch it over and over again days in a row. It was all I ever wanted to watch.

It got to the point where I had memorised it word-for-word, and beat-for-beat. This meant that, somehow, I could watch it in my head—timed perfectly. No fast forwarding, no skipping.

Now this was fine for car trips and such, because my dad would be like “Hey do you want some colouring-in to do?” And id be like “Nah, I’m going to watch Shrek in my head.”

Ocassionally my dad would ask where I was up to in the movie—just to check on me.

Youre probably thinking Huh that’s weird but cool I guess?

Wrong. Sort of.

It got so bad that I’d watch it in my head at night before I went to sleep. My dad would literally check on me at night, notice I was blankly staring up at the ceiling, and have to yell “Stop watching Shrek and go to sleep!”

I cant remember how this faded from being one of my abilities, but it sure was cool while it lasted.

But for a while, Shrek really WAS my life.