this is it.
this is it.
there are headlines and there are HEADLINES
it’s a damn dirty game, lili
that gif, THAT FUCKING GIF, WHY
this post hurts so good
god i love this so hard
WAIT NO NO NO NO NO PLEASE NO WHY
i too am “atoning,” although mostly thinking about lox.
A few years ago on my birthday I ended up wearing a watermelon helmet. I also had a mustache at the time. It wasn’t the drunkest I’ve ever been, but man oh man, I sure as hell wasn’t sober.
oh my dear sweet god
surfing goat FTW
i worked in a very serious hawkeyes bar in iowa city for about eight months. marvin mcnutt’s signature drink, the “mcnutt”, consisted of bacardi O, orange juice, and grenadine. (if i remember correctly.) he got all his football-team friends to drink it, which was very funny. i remember one night when i had roughly 1000 pounds of hawkeye sitting in front of me quietly and respectfully drinking pink drinks through straws.
WHY IS THAT A THING
where’s a vom reaction when you need one
there is roughly a 0% chance that a childhood picture of me exists on the internet
this is one of the greatest comments of all time
dear sweet mother of god
me + the brooklyn knight = that
This is some Sisters of Mercy type shit right here.
Thanks for teaching me never to buy my pants too short, Mom! (Honestly, this is actually really helpful.)
really enjoying our new potato vertical
18, 19, and 28 were SO unoriginal, this post is a JOKE
seriously, no yellow onesie?
The apocalypse is thirsty work.
I am Madam Kissy Von Scooper and y’all better do as I say.
I know. I tried to stop them.