March 2012
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Ooo! Anon hate, you’re popular now! :D
I like to think that every one person that hates me translates into at least 50 or so liking me (well enough).
your mum’s dick
a shooting star is actually someone driving off rainbow road
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Does that mean we’ll be serving video games as the meal at our wedding?
The wedding cake will be a layered cake, wherein the bottom layer is stacked Wii, Xbox, and PSN games. The top layer can be gamecube games.
Sooper cyoot yo.
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why would you do that :(
FOOD COMES IN ALL SHAPES AND SIZES (AND FORMATS)
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I want to plAY IT.
I want to eAT IT.
NO YOU! Let’s eHang.
ryancryingalonewithmathhomework:
I was bored, so, bluh.
I too, was bored.
Guess who else was bored. :3
Shut the fuck up bitches I have a CUPCAKE on my head
Kawaii
someone help
I’M SO EFFING KAWAII

Omg that was actually so fun wow
what if “Animal I Have Become” by Three Days Grace is really about Animorphs
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Please buy the R2D2 swimsuit and wear them both. You don’t have to take a picture or anything, just tell me it actually happened.
Ugh I really want it but I don’t think the site is selling it anymore.
I kind of like the Threepio one better, though.
thanks to the facebook creepy sidebar, i just found out that my mom bought an r2d2 hat for my birthday from some lady
AND ITS SO CUTE
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yay
We’re just chatting over Steam while he plays Bioshock.
He’s the best.
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Pokemon CD?
2.B.A. Master CD.
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Don’t be a noob.
And then 3 hours of drivingy okayness (made better by pokemon cd, but also lame because my two passengers just slept…and on the way there they sat in the back playing their DS’s and I felt like a mom).
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Which was how long ago?
It had been about 5 hours or so.
I’LL MISS YA (NOT)!
i found two tiny tics on my stomach in the shower from when i went trekking with some friends looking for a deer skeleton (which we found) to make bone tools out of
i am disgusted
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That is just disturbing. You should get help. Professional help.
I wake up with no memory or clothes in a vast, arid desert. Thirsting for both nutritional and sexual suppliants, I come across an oasis of mayonnaise. As I draw nearer, it anthropomorphizes— my mouth salivates uncontrollably. I tenderly unbutton his gelatinous trousers as he begins turning my body into a creamy white wonderland with a simple touch. As he lifts his arms to remove his achromatic shirt, a whiff of succulent bitterness produced from only the finest of egg yolk and vinegar finds its way into my flaring nostrils. I pull his viscid body towards mine, in a heave of mucilaginous hunger. For I know, with both my heart and groin, that it is only this syrupy body that can quench my longing. Time, for what seems like millenia, passes, as our bodies accumulate into one, pallid coagulation, each of our pulpous timing now matched with the other. But ah, such passion we know to be fleeting, so we let our jellied beings separate smoothly and part ways, never to meet again, in the vast mayoverse.










