moon: full
titties: out
moon: full
titties: out
Fifteen years ago today, Cosmo had an idea.
Black and White painting by Bob Ross
Still looks awesome
bob ross is the most unproblematic of the faves
All he ever wanted was to brighten your day.
💜 Tommy Kenny
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If a guy ever spreads a rumor that he slept with you, don’t deny it. One, because there will always be people who think it’s true, and two, because that dumbass boy just handed you the power to say anything you want about what he’s like in bed, and people will believe it. Say he bleats like a sheep when he orgasms. Say he put on pearl earrings and asked you to call him Daisy. Say he couldn’t get it up until he watched an old Billy Mays infomercial. The power is yours.
This is my new favorite post
(Source: shipvicturi)
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i promised an exclusive report about the day the worlds longest grill came to this tiny town and here it is. every moment of my life and yours as well has led up to this so please watch
I have never witnessed something in my entire life that kept me so interested within a roller coaster of socio-economic company history and tax evasion schemes that really boiled down to the greatest personal conclusion of this man’s day.
I refuse to believe Beyoncé didn’t come during the super bowl. I’ve successfully distorted my memory and remember that Gaga stopped all of the music and lights after the first chorus of telephone. The stage was silent for 2-3 seconds and you heard Gaga say “I’m gonna need some help with this one”. A giant spot light on Beyoncé as she rose from the stage with her pregnant belly out. Lights are flashing, tears are everywhere. The straights have official gone extinct. As Beyoncé belted “Boy the way you blowing up my phone” the San Andreas fault shifted, Yellowstone’s erupted and we experienced all four seasons at once. Beyoncé was wearing an outfit made with 17 colors that are new to humanity. Telephone ends. Trump is gone, Whitney Houston is alive, everyone looks at their phones and it’s January 20, 2009 again. Obama just got inaugurated and we get to experience another 8 years of his presidency. Kesha is on the radio again, America is officially gay©. Then Blue Ivy rises from the stage to beginning the new song that is Paparazzi part 3. (Also known as Telephone part 2).
I refuse to believe Beyoncé didn’t come during the super bowl. I’ve successfully distorted my memory and remember that Gaga stopped all of the music and lights after the first chorus of telephone. The stage was silent for 2-3 seconds and you heard Gaga say “I’m gonna need some help with this one”. A giant spot light on Beyoncé as she rose from the stage with her pregnant belly out. Lights are flashing, tears are everywhere. The straights have official gone extinct. As Beyoncé belted “Boy the way you blowing up my phone” the San Andreas fault shifted, Yellowstone’s erupted and we experienced all four seasons at once. Beyoncé was wearing an outfit made with 17 colors that are new to humanity. Telephone ends. Trump is gone, Whitney Houston is alive, everyone looks at their phones and it’s January 20, 2009 again. Obama just got inaugurated and we get to experience another 8 years of his presidency. Kesha is on the radio again, America is officially gay©. Then Blue Ivy rises from the stage to beginning the new song that is Paparazzi part 3. (Also known as Telephone part 2).
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This is it. This is one of the last few times
Fred FredBurger confirmed Dead
Maxwell Atoms is doing a Reddit QnA to promote Dead Meat kickstarter
