my sister walked into my room, put her hands behind her back and went "here's what Obama would sound like if he was gay: so uhhhh let me be queer" and then asked me if I could give her money so she could see linkin park
i think at this point youβre tumblrβs patron saint bro
Woah mama I'm the Patron Saint of Rock and Roll
Look how many people hate him. Iβm pretty damn happy about that ππππππ
Guys, let's make a sandwich. I'll start:
Bread
Have u moved on from eating tubs of frosting or not?
God I love eating tubs of frosting. Nothing brings me more joy then cracking open a fresh tub o plastic and just going to town. Sometimes I wont even use a spoon fork, or utensil. Just palm deep in the icing, scooping it in. The consistency that of icing. Beautiful, smooth, tasty. I awake from my trance when its over. My can empty and the joy over. But its ok. I have the next tub to look forward to, whenever she shall make herself known to me, I will be there.
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