What a steaming pile of shit. This isn’t even a fucking debate.
jelly71
jelly71
Uhhh that’s like saying “restaurants” are overrated. Kinda overgeneralizing.
It’s... looking at me.
What in the holy hell is that? That is the weirdest edible arrangement I have ever seen.
Jesus. Hector. Christ. I hope someone proposes during her stupid fucking wedding. I hope everyone who’s not the bride wears white just to spite her. I hope her maid of honor gives a really mean, passive-aggressive speech. I hope her aunt gets too drunk and hits on the groom, and he goes for it.
He may be a dwarf to Hobbit fans, but for me, he will always be the OG Being Human vampire, Mitchell.
If they put Sarah Palin on the $10 I would keep one in my back pocket so I could sit on her face all day
Salmon Spice tonguing that straw is so hawt!
The fuck? Is every insufferable douchebag in this generation some iteration of Ansel Elgort?
I have never been more jealous of anyone ever ever! omg
i’d fake death to avoid that. i am so sorry.
In the NOT TOO LATE category, I read “The Secret History” last summer and had so much fun! I know pretty much everyone has already read it, but if you haven’t, I would highly recommend it.
You should check out Attachments by Rainbow Rowell, it made me feel all the feels.
It makes me so furious to know that this is how you feel. Like, I want to wrap you up in a blanket and give you some hot tea (with whiskey) and read you some happy bed time stories and tell you it’ll all be alright. Even though we all know it won’t be. But here’s hoping that some day it will be?
You’ve already won for being able to narrow down this list to just 8 things.
You couldn’t have chosen a worse quote for your rant, since it clearly shows they also didn’t pay the full bill, which means they stole $20 of food/service from the restaurant. Way to go.
We had guinea pigs when we were growing up (as pets, never as meals). They were fucking disgusting and I have no idea how my mother put up with it. The best (though by no means only) story from our decade-long run as guinea pig owners occurred when we decided to let one of the males (Peanut Butter) bunk in with one of…
Let me tell you the chronic masturbator story! I’m going to call him Doofus.
See, that was the thing. It was just supposed to be one last job. Just one. Enough to hit that big final score and then retire to sunny beaches where the cute girls brought you fruity drinks with too many umbrellas sticking out of them.