April 2011
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ilovebritneyspears:
How I Roll - Tour Rehearsals
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Pretend to be a Hacker (just start typing fast) →
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Yesterday I believed in something. I’m not ashamed of wanting somebody to...
– Ally McBeal, s2e3 “Fools Night Out”
Caragh was right about this being Ally McReal, y’all.
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Me: ugh ps when am I going to see you? I forget what you look like.
Jordan: Picture me in a hammock. Do I have a neck?
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Twice the fun, ask anyone!: can we talk about... →
robin-sparkles:
and how all the kids that got on that show were fucking dumbasses
like seriously
the show came on every other fucking day
there are only three pieces of the silver monkey statue
THE PIECES ARE THE SAME EVERY TIME
AND YET
every time some little shit gets to the end it’s OHHH WHICH WAY DOES…
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An actual conversation between two 28-year-old men...
Guy 1: She had to go, man. Had. to. go.
Guy 2: Yeah, it was time.
Guy 1: And she's mad at me about it. Like, coming to me trying to talk to me about it because she's upset or some shit, and I'm like, "Nah, this is done. We're done."
Guy 2: Sometimes you gotta do that. Be firm.
Guy 1: It's like, I have six Pokeballs, ya know what I mean? I got six Pokeballs and there's 150 Pokemon out there. I'm not gonna hang on to my PIDGEY, ya know what I'm sayin? I'm not gonna hang on to my Ratata.
Guy 2: Exactly.
Guy 1: She's on some Professor Oak shit. I'm tryin to be the best.
Guy 2: Even Pikachu had to go eventually, n*gga. You did the right thing.
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Conversations With My Mom
*we're getting ready to run errands. My mom is putting on her shoes & I'm pestering her like I'm a whiney nine-year-old who can't bear the thought of being late to her riding lessons. I was standing arms length away, kicking my foot out towards my mom's head without actually kicking her. She's ignoring me.
Mom: What the hell are you doing?
Me: I don't know. Trying to annoy you.
Mom: Good luck.
Me: Didn't that last one do it? It touched your hair.
Mom: That's not my hair.
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