I’m Not Okay Unless My Neighbor is Okay
YOU GUYS LOOK I CAN STICK A PEN BETWEEN MY TITS, TOO I'M SO TALENTED
wat
WHEN IT’S CHRISTMAS I AM GOING TO WRAP MY TITS IN WRAPPING PAPER
DO NOT OPEN UNTIL XMAS THO
LOL
AM I TALENTED
LOL I CAN PUT BOWS ON MY NIPPLES AM I TALENTED?
LOL I CAN PUT MY DICK IN A BOX AM I TALENTED YET?
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Omg I cry like a baby every time.
I’m watching all three of thses movies this weekend extended edition hells yeah
Animated Short of the Day: To promote the recent release of Up on DVD and Blu-ray, Pixar has released a brand new animated short called George & AJ, detailing the events immediately following the two retirement home orderlies’ brief encounter with Carl prior to lift off.
For those who have yet to see the film: While the short doesn’t have much by way of spoilers, it will likely stir an irresistible urge to watch Up, thereby spoiling any other plans you may have had.
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Are you feeling it now, Mr Krabs?
Are you feeling it?
…Art thou feeling it now, Mr Krabs?
huh, my post just disappeared. Ah well, night bitches.
Bypasses are devices which allow some people to drive from point A to point B very fast whilst other people dash from point B to point A very fast. People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what’s so great about point A that so many people of point B are so keen to get there, and what’s so great about point B that so many people of point A are so keen to get there. They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.
Douglas Adams.
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.
Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.
Douglas Adams, AKA a real fucking writer.
