Either you’re a dildo, or a dildon’t.
the obvious pronunciation of dildon’t makes one revise the sentence, rereading the first as dildoo, for the sake of poetic sensibility
just like when you see a disgusting spider, but then notice it’s wearing a scarf. It obviously has great fashion sense or is maybe a little cold, so you revise your reaction and decide that spider is KINDA ALRIGHT.
CANNOT stop.
Bad dreams, bad dreams go away.
Good dreams, good dreams here to stay.
“So you ask me my opinion. Well, what is there to say?”
Like this.
First Aid Kit, “Hard Believer”
I was so hungry today at work I saw a little girl eating a wagon wheel covered in drool and I contemplated snatching it from her greedy paws. GREEDY I TELL YOU SHE WAS!
Butt’s shakin’.
Munch on brunch and make eyes at those rotting deck pumpkins.
Read a play. Rehearse a scene.
House Music SSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUCKS.
“I hope you liked the movie, I did too.”
Four things:
1. Full jean!
2. I feel racist for just watching this.
3. Is it just me, or does he sound Eastern European?
4. I got the popcorn.
via soupsoup
A phobia of pickles?!?!?! Would just die!
