DemonsRun

literaturewank:

"Your mom is gaaay!"

"Which one?"

"…"

[stunned silence]

Some kids are arguing on my street, one has lesbian moms. I fucking can’t breathe.

rupsidaisy:

pizzaforpresident:

firemen:

my follower count is my birth year

did you know jesus personally?

slam DUNKED

popculturebrain:

There’s an actual Krusty Krab being built in Palestine | BuzzFeed

leadencirclesdissolve:

filmmakingkid:

thingswelovefrom-thebookofmormon:

Musical theatre people be like

TRU THO OMG

This guy is the only one who has managed to make consistently good and inoffensive vines. 

wongburger:

the-vashta-nerada:

pleaseremembermefondly:

charlisheen:

you know what i want to know

how the fuck did mr salt and mrs pepper make a fucking cinnamon shaker for a baby

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solve that mystery steve

THAT IS PAPRIKA YOU IGNORANT SLUT

EXCUSE ME ASSHOLE THAT IS CINNAMON HE WAS BORN IN THE FOURTH SEASON

PAPRIKA LOOKS LIKE THIS

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THAT’S FUCKING PAPRIKA

SHE’S CINNAMON’S OLDER SISTER 

GOD DAMN TUMBLR I AM FUCKING DONE WITH YOUR SHIT

tumblr gets heated over blue’s clues

precumming:

intergalacticsloth:

precumming:

precumming:

did you guys follow me cause you liked my blog?

well they def didnt follow you for your looks

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Did u just diss yourself

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aphgermanys:

when your teacher assigns an art project and everybody knows you’re an artist

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seemenowlovemelater:

this is what I mean by it shouldn’t be any different the other way round

smindersonfan:

Ooh, the look on his face.

unlucid:


nocive:

meanwhile in Afghanistan

never gets old

unlucid:

nocive:

meanwhile in Afghanistan

never gets old

waterar:

what a polite child 

11orangeroses:

bettydays:

I have a story.

So my sister got run over by a car once. It was a pretty big deal. Well like a year later she got into a little fender bender and was really bent out of shape about it, so I went and got her a cake. 

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When I put in my order for the cake, the guy at the bakery asked, “Do you want it to say anything?”

And with a perfectly straight face, I said, “‘Sorry you got hit by a car again.’”

He narrowed his eyes a moment, then nodded and wrote it down, and took it to kitchen to get the writing done.

All the way from the back of the kitchen, I hear a woman shout, “‘Again’?!”

sorry i put it in your butt

luciferssugardaddy:

when you see a fine booty in the street but you are with your parents

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