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Old lady at heart.

I’m gonna get fucked over




newtonandhermann:

jackpowerx:

fuckyesfeminist:

Average size mannequin with average size woman.

The problem, in one picture.

I never realized until seeing this picture that my interpretation of an average size woman has become REALLY SKEWED oh my god I wanna cry

trying to convince myself that its okay to have a hick accent but at the same time i dont want to be a hick please help




kittycatkisser:

Aint that the truth.




weejaboard:

i have had enough adventure for today

ericisntfunny:

My my would you look at the time…

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i hope someone rich marries me



one day i’ll own a Chanel handbag
or a Dolce and Gabbana clutch 8)
or both.
oh god i have a shopping problem i need a rich husband.




fagmobs:

donnacabonna:

Wtf is this

my motto


z-co:

one of my coworkers got a call (i work in a call center/tech support) from a customer that was really scared because supposedly the mafia was hacking her computer and they were stalking her…when finally my coworker took remote control of the computer he couldn’t stop laughing because

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lavender-ice:

darthmoonmoon:

doritofu:

hifumiyamadadono:

buttselfie:

nylonsubmissive:

ladydontmind:

freeing-my-mind:

nep-to-the-dubstep:

usbdongle:

raphnarock:

I’m going to assume this has happened to anyone who’s ever cuddled anyone and has a penis.

Source (find the exact comic yourself; at least I linked you to the webpage)

no, no, dont do this, please, if you are cuddling w/ me your boner is like a compliment and i welcome you to grind that shit into the back of my legs

same

same

if we are spooning and there isn’t a boner pressed into my butt I will assume you don’t actually like me and get really upset

Bones next to the butt are nice

Butt bones are the best bones.

where the women of tumblr make me feel better about having a boner when cuddling

Basically.

I’m laughing so hard

charlotte-corday:

I had a dream last night that I worked at McDonalds and I was behind the counter when this guy dressed in a tuxedo (with white dickie and tie) was snapping his fingers for a server. I went I over and he asked to see our “darkest red” and I knew he was talking about wine so I said “sir, this is McDonalds. The darkest red we have here is ketchup” and he had me pour him a glass of ketchup and he drank it while looking me directly in the eye.






Photography. Cats. Boys. Traveling. Living in a shit place called Tulsa.





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