ok so today at school we walked into the bathroom and
there was a giant POO
but… but i go to an all girls catholic school
and like how did it get there i mean it’s not like it just rolled out or something and no evidence was left behind and it was definitely real
when???? who?? why?? HOW?? it is truly a mystery
This hilarious mom is selling her daughter’s one direction tickets on eBay to teach her a lesson.
Mother of the year.
this just makes me sad those girls had like a year and a half of anticipation i hope they sneak in or s/t
This scene in Inglourious Bastards, this particular part, was so brilliantly written. The characters are playing a game where you sit in a circle and write a famous person’s name on a card, flip it over, pass the card to the person next to you and stick it to your head without looking. Then you ask everyone questions to figure out who it is. This man- a Nazi commander- asked “Am I American?” (no but..) “Have I visited America?” (yes) “Was my visit fruitious?” (no) “Did I go against my will?” (yes) “Am I from a place you’d call exotic?” (yes) “Am I from the jungle?” (yes) “Did I go by boat?” (yes) “And when I got there was I bound with chains and presented in front of a crowd?” (yes!) “Well then. I know who I am. An African slave. No? Oh then I’m King Kong.” — and in one instance the viewer realizes the metaphor which King Kong was to the African slave trade (a truly Tarantino way of inserting social awareness through dialogue spoken by social oppressors) as well as takes a moment of almost comic relief to a very strange middle ground since we see just how intelligent and foolproof this man is. This is good filmmaking.
Cat whiskers, for your blog.
*whispers* ..drag it
*opens jacket* hey u wanna buy some oh jesus fuck it’s cold *closes jacket*
I just got a wrong number text from a stranger that said: “hey can we use ur pool there’s a moose in ours”
I’ve never received such a funny text in my life I can’t breathe
I told them “yes if you send a pic” & they sent me tHIS
Cat sits on prickly hedgehog. [video]
*does the cup song with the goblet of fire*
you’re gonna miss me when i’m gone
IT’S BEEN TEN YEARS
WAIT WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN IT’S BEEN TEN YEARS
THE BOOK CAME OUT IN 2000, THAT’S 13 YEARS. 13 YEARS AND STILL TOO SOON
i try so hard to pull off the “i dont give a fuck what people think about me” facade but in reality i care way too much and I’m like a big bowl of overly self conscious pudding