May 2013
erindizmo:
iberine:
erindizmo:
jimmyjamjimjohn:
rubywhiterabbit:
One day we’ll be in a Marvel movie, sitting there as something doesn’t feel right. and as the credits start to roll we’ll know what it is. It will flash up on screen and our hearts will break. “In loving memory of Stan Lee”. There was no cameo in that movie. And there never will be again.
If anyone can figure out how...
sluttyoliveoil:
following someone for months and liking their posts to get them to notice you and then they finally follow you
erindizmo:
jimmyjamjimjohn:
rubywhiterabbit:
One day we’ll be in a Marvel movie, sitting there as something doesn’t feel right. and as the credits start to roll we’ll know what it is. It will flash up on screen and our hearts will break. “In loving memory of Stan Lee”. There was no cameo in that movie. And there never will be again.
If anyone can figure out how to do a posthumous cameo,...
jimmyjamjimjohn:
rubywhiterabbit:
One day we’ll be in a Marvel movie, sitting there as something doesn’t feel right. and as the credits start to roll we’ll know what it is. It will flash up on screen and our hearts will break. “In loving memory of Stan Lee”. There was no cameo in that movie. And there never will be again.
homleschapel:
summer is real cute until every fuckin type of insect comes out of the 8th circle of hell
wilwheaton:
I kind of want to go to a convention and cosplay as Sparks McGee.
… I need to figure out how to make a rainbow uniform that will fit me.
hWil hWheaton everybody.
1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS
