40,000th post

I would like to thank my brain for letting me waste all this time on the internet.

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zukana13731:

randompersonofdoom:

itsdeepforhappypeople:

the-companions-doctor:

copiousely:

glimpsesandflashes:

I don’t think a white person has had so much sass in all the history of sassyness as in this moment. 11 probably invented sass.

sassay

“11 probably invented sass”










11 invented sass my ass.



My ass invented sass

zukana13731:

randompersonofdoom:

itsdeepforhappypeople:

the-companions-doctor:

copiousely:

glimpsesandflashes:

I don’t think a white person has had so much sass in all the history of sassyness as in this moment. 11 probably invented sass.

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“11 probably invented sass”

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11 invented sass my ass.

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My ass invented sass

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vardaesque:

saevuswinds:

vardaesque:

you don’t understand i would sell my firstborn to know how this story started

Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing. Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself.  So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out and I still got half a pie left. 

BLESS YOU

vardaesque:

saevuswinds:

vardaesque:

you don’t understand i would sell my firstborn to know how this story started

Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing. Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself.  So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out and I still got half a pie left. 

BLESS YOU

(Source: abadeerzs)

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the-fury-of-a-time-lord:

beartier:

My grandma borrowed the computer for 2 minutes while i inspected a box.
what the fUCK DID YOU DO WOMAN

but
HOW

the-fury-of-a-time-lord:

beartier:

My grandma borrowed the computer for 2 minutes while i inspected a box.

what the fUCK DID YOU DO WOMAN

but

HOW

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vdub453:

kennedyclintonkat:

neverknewandneverwill:

jugenmujugenmugokuumechousuke:

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j-moriarty:

liquid-thought:

When a man dressed as Satan speaks more accurately about God than your pastor, you know something is wrong.

#PREACH IT SATAN

No. Seriously. Satan. Come Preach it.

oh look it’s back

im not even religious and i love this 

(Source: step-sixteen)

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