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jfallonlove:

whenever somebody mentions jimmy fallon i justimage

whenever i think of jimmy fallon i justimage

whenever i see jimmy fallon on tv i justimage

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lindseybluth:

i hate spotify ads because i listen to playlists in the shower a lot and there is nothing more startling than being completely naked and suddenly hearing lebron james say “i’ll tell you what makes me thirsty”

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fukkkres:

when you high at the dinner table

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and your mom ask you to pass the collard greens

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and you give her the mashed potatoes

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where am i

sexhaver:

boredlord:

What do teens like?!? Is it memes? Memes about skeletons? Piss? Communism?

this post is 20x funnier if you imagine a CEO shouting it at his board of directors

kissedmequiteinsane:

imagine if s5 ends with kurt telling blaine he wants to get married ‘right now’ after blaine sings to him and the cliffhanger of the summer is if they go and have a shotgun wedding or not

seewaymore:

Blow gently on your screen

seewaymore:

Blow gently on your screen

firelorcl:

dermatologists HATE me. everyone hates me. i’m so alone

will u tell me a story

@Anonymous

officialunitedstates:

"You can’t just ride a bear," she said.  "It’s not built for transportation."

I looked at her cowardly face.  “That’s loser talk,” I said.

She was a bit offended but I didn’t care.  I was going to ride that grizzly bear and I was going to do it today.

"Give me the lasso out of the bag," I ordered.

"No… please, don’t do this."

"That’s loser talk," I said as I ripped the backpack out of her hands. 

The rope was thick and the lasso was heavy, but I had spent every waking hour of my life preparing for this day.  A heavy rope wasn’t going to stop me.

"What if it bites you?" she protested. 

But I wouldn’t listen.  This was my destiny; this was my fate.  I slowly approached the grizzly, rope in hand, my fingers ready to strike. 

I knew it could sense I was coming.  It turned, sniffed the air, and rose up on its hind legs.  He was towering, about a foot taller than me, and had thick brown fur shielding him from the cold.  I only had my $240 North Face jacket.

"Let’s go.  You and me.  It’s game time, you dumb bear," I taunted. 

He slowly turned to face me.  Our eyes met, and he had a twinkle in his eye that looked like a diamond.  It was kind of cute for a bear. 

I readied my lasso.  The time was right.  The wind was settled and the air was clear.  It was now or never. 

But I couldn’t do it.  It was something about the way he tilted his head and stared at me—a sort of innocence and fragility that I had scarcely seen before.  I just couldn’t bring myself to tame such a wild beast.

"I can’t do it…. I can’t fight you, bear," I shouted in tears.

"That’s loser talk," said the bear.

ruinedchildhood:

When you hear the pizza man ring the doorbell

ruinedchildhood:

When you hear the pizza man ring the doorbell

trampsvsthieves:

I wonder if he knows the script is visible

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