“INDELIBLE IN THE HIPPOCAMPUS IS THE LAUGHTER."
I honestly LOVE Rocket; voice acting is severely underrated. Between him and another superb voice actor, Vin Disel, they ratcheted GotG up about fifteen notches.
I will never not think of him as Ben from Wet Hot American Summer. Doesn’t matter what else he does. I’m sure he’d love to know to me that’s his most memorable role.
For me, it will always be Midnight Meat Train.
No.
Why wasn’t the next question from a reporter “Mr. President, what the fuck was that just now?”
When you said "I lost my hearing" I momentarily thought you were going to say it gave a kid rabies and you were fired.
My sisters boyfriend is constantly giving her hickeys bc in his last relationship the girl cheated on him and he’s a little insecure. And I’m like...y’all are 30...quit...
What the heck was his name? Oedipus Freud?
I like your wolf trivia, and it reminds me of someone. I once dated a guy that liked me to bite his forearm (!?) as he wrapped his arms around me during sex. He was kind of a chocolate Adonis of a man, and I was for it at the time, even though I worried I would hurt him. This was also the same guy that slurped apple…
Wooow. I actually had my jaw fall open a bit at that one. Like that’s some teenage asshole level shit.
Jesus. The senile old goat thought she said, “I’m not thinking, Mr. President,” when she actually said, “I’m not. Thank you, Mr. President.” As in, I’m not surprised that you picked me. What a fucking moron he is.
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so this guy i went to high school with killed himself on monday. i didn’t know him well, i wasn’t really a fan, but he married one of my best friends from high school so he’s always been in my periphery. they have two kids under ten and are also very evangelical, so instead of a funeral today they had a party. (side…
After weeks of rain, my backyard looks like the mosh pit at Woodstock 99. Marzipan isnt going to be able to go out back for a month.
Hi Tegan! I love your name :)
My grandfather was going in blind to a double date. Neither couple worked out, but my grandfather asked his buddy if he could take a shot with the other woman. So they go out dancing, he makes sure they dance past a mirror so he can check out her ass. That week he asked her to marry him.
This week has been the worst. I know I’ll live my life out in the greys, but here’s a picture of my dog, Fred, showing off his fancy sweater and bow tie. He got me through this shit week.
I watched “Won’t You Be My Neighbour?” this afternoon. Some thoughts: