I thought we agreed to never be creative again.
I fucking hate this as I reblog it to my page immediately
fuck I’m trippin
Christina Aguilera hailing a cab: "heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”
like ten years ago i drew a comic strip entitled “if the president were a moth” in which the president is a human sized moth watching the olympics and when they light the torch it flies off in pursuit of it and then two cia guys stand up and shout “MR. PRESIDENT!!!!!!!” i was really ahead of my time
people who say “stahp” should take their own advice
A default ring tone is heard. 100 moms look at their purses.
My dog York won’t do it for the vine by Wellington Boyce
[heavy breathing] hey u wanna watch star trek
I JUST SCREAMED
i told my grandma i have a popular blog and she thinks i write professional reviews of food and movies
it was 99 cents
treat me like a college textbook. spend lots of money on me but never touch or look at me
“why don’t poor people just get a job?”