educateddummy:
sherlockey-werlockey-stuff:
scootatore:
brainrainbows:
the-apex-spooky:
theeyeofthetigger:
iamsamhearmemoose:
formaldejekyll:
mrplisk:
CAN I HAVE THIS WHAT IS THIS I WANT THIS THIS IS BEAUTIFUL KAJGFDJLKSDHFJLKDJFLKHDSFLK
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
IT’S ON MY DASH AGAIN YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
i couldnt place it for the first few seconds and i was like I KNOW THIS
I KNOW THIS
and then it hit me oh my fucking god
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, EARGASMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
it’S baCk
WHAT IS THIS SONG?
HOLY SHIT, I THINK I JUST HAD AN EARGASM!
DUDE. IT’S DANCE, DANCE BY FALL OUT BOY. WHAT.
Dave Engledow’s photos are the best father/daughter photos ever
So there’s only one channel in this motel,
madeofmetals:
This morning while I was getting ready I was watching Sesame Street.
They were doing this bit where some clown was trying to wash his hands but kept washing his feet or his elbows and Elmo would go, “no mister noodle, your HANDS!” and all the tv kids would laugh.
Around the fourth or fifth time he couldn’t find his hands, I heard a grown man yell from somewhere else in the motel, “GODDAMMIT, MR. NOODLE.”
