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kaliande

SIGNAL BOOST

if you guys see that link going around that says you can read 50 shades of grey for free

DON’T CLICK IT

it will bring you to a site where you can read 50 shades of grey for free

thebossbaby-official

"Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it." - George Glass

ooolalina

Wait isn't that who Annie was suppose to take to Lillian's wedding in Bridesmaids?

Co-worker: I love your new haircut! Me: Thanks. It's growing on me. Me Internally: HAHAHA! I'M HILARIOUS.

#she didn't get it #i should stop telling jokes #my brain thinks i'm cool #bad puns

My dad has had the same gag since I was a kid. He'll always call me over and say he has something special for me, then he'll hand me trash (e.g gum wrappers, candy wrappers, etc) and then he'll quickly skip away. Over the years I got wise to it, so he only started doing it on days that I would seriously think he'd have something special for me (e.g Christmas, Thanksgiving, my birthday, when he'd gone on a business trip for a few weeks). He got more and more convincing and serious when he said it, so I'd always believe him and think the gag was finally over, but it never was. It always irritated me because he especially loved doing it when there wasn't a trash can nearby. On my graduation day, after my walk I came over to him to give him a hug and he was crying and he said I have something special for you, then handed me a grocery bag full of all the trash from his car...."I've been saving up for this special day"... these are the kinds of things I'll remember when he's gone.

#dad jokes #dad gags #seriously stop #okay fine don't stop #I'm almost 30 this is getting ridic

centranthusruber-blog

“Twin primes: pairs of prime numbers that are close to each other, almost neighbors, but between them there is always an even number that prevents them from truly touching. If you go on counting, you discover that these pairs gradually become rarer, lost in that silent, measured space made only of ciphers. You develop a distressing presentiment that the pairs encountered up until that point were accidental, that solitude is the true destiny.” - Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of prime numbers.