prepped and ready to live up to the family name
kizatchi:

hes doing a good job

kizatchi:

hes doing a good job

asian:

Pug gets scolded by owner and takes it to heart 

I FEEL SO SAD SEEING THE DOG’S FACE

OH MY GOD

the3rdjp:

sir-hathaway:

Sheer luck or guardian angels? 

This is some final destination shit

nonymoose:

adventurer-in-my-wonderland:

nonymoose:

adventurer-in-my-wonderland:

nonymoose:

adventurer-in-my-wonderland:

the part that scares me most about the supernatural fandom is when they need a certain gif to add to a post they know exactly where to find it or know exactly what episode of any of the nine whole seasons to make one

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A SUPERNATURAL GIF HAS BEEN ADDED TO MY POST

I NOW OFFICIALLY AM A PART OF THE TUMBLR COMMUNITY

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CRYING

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loltaku:

indie dev claims 4chan hacked them dot jpg

loltaku:

indie dev claims 4chan hacked them dot jpg

fr33kinmatt:

if a bitch u hate on the seat, just push her off with this handy dandy bitch movin’ seat

fr33kinmatt:

if a bitch u hate on the seat, just push her off with this handy dandy bitch movin’ seat

foodchewer:

caseyanthonyofficial:

foodchewer:

i hate repeating myself 

What?

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psych0nek0:

Nibbling at the speed of nyoom.

missespeon:

my brain: there is literaly a 0 percent chance the fictional shit from creepy games will show up irl in your kitchen

me: but its dark and scary

Hoe yo breath smell like propane.

slugbox:

Now you’ve gone too far! Propane is colorless and odorless!!! What you smell is another gas, added for your protection!!

rydenarmani:

i don’t even know what i’m doing with my time anymore but hey heres the magic the gathering butt cracks guy and hes gonna bless ur blog

rydenarmani:

i don’t even know what i’m doing with my time anymore but hey heres the magic the gathering butt cracks guy and hes gonna bless ur blog

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.
Fucking wasps.

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.