Follow Mrs Angemi on Insta, she’s a pathologist who does autopsies and posts medical shit, including a “mystery diagnosis” day where she gets followers to guess what the picture is. depicting. I love gory stuff, and it’s one of my favourite instas....even though maybe once in a blue moon there’s something that turns…

You’re fucked. I feel like we’d make good friends.

Everyone in my neighbourhood likes to stand on their front lawns, chainsmoking cigarettes while gossiping with other neighbours and STARING as I drive by. Like, legit GLARING into my car, it’s unnerving!

I’m the only non-eastern european on the street and generally can’t eavesdrop on their conversations to see what…

And as I don’t have balls, I won’t pretend to know the same.

TMI, but we also have...excretions that don’t exactly help the situations either. So sweat mixed in with everything else is just a whole new bag of cats.

Crotch sweat sucks, period. My point is, “my crotch sweats” is legit the worst excuse.

Chris P Bacon, the original, is a completely different pig. He’s a regular old pink farm pig, and has grown to be a MONSTER size but his owners loved him so much they couldn’t dare get rid of him.

I follow him on Insta and watched him grow from wee baby to holy porker. Man....those guys get HUGE.

If you’re from the Catholic Church, taking care of your balls and their swimmers IS childcare lmfao

....you don’t think swamp twat is a thing too? We have just as much sweat going on down there, believe me.

My friends and I play a game called “123 Naked” when we’re bored or walking down a crowded street. Every third person you pass, you have to imagine naked no matter what (except children). It’s a surprisingly fun game, cause your imagination gets the best of you.

I really did love that movie, now that I think back on it....my kingdom for nerdy

Letting your kid pick what they want to eat and in the end risk their health is NOT the same as letting a kid know that he can say NO when an older person asks for a kiss, or that little boy on the playground wants to hug constantly, or that nice man asks if he can hold your hand and walk away with you at the park.

I know at least 2 other men my (and your) age who frickin adore her music. And one very earnest T-Swift fan, though I personally can’t overlook that one.

jesus christ I didn’t know I needed this until now. This is legitimately incredible

always and FOREVER

good lord, that’s obscene

I’m a Crisp Rat fan myself, but only because my boyfriends reminds me of a mixture of him and a Wahlberg. Like....one of the cute Wahlbergs.

???? That’s a thing?!

But they remind you that BOOBS EXIIIIISTTTT

Not that there mere presence doesn’t do that anyways hahaha someone upthread said they knew a boy who got a raging hardon just from watching his crush’s breasts while she was BREATHING.

NEW SCHOOL CODE: NO MORE BREATHING. In fact ladies, just STAY HOME

The arms thing! I had tall friends who, no matter where they shopped, would be far too lanky to ever find shorts long enough to go past their fingertips.

Legit my guy friends in school would tell me whenever you see a dude with his backpack on his lap, he’s probably hiding a boner. I was astonished that it happened so easily and ANYWHERE. Honestly a slight breeze can cause it. I do feel bad, not being in control of your body like that.

But what they CAN be in control of…