leannewoodfull:

cuhlestial:

steaktumblr:

This is why you marry your best friend.

ugh. I have to reblog this. I am bound by a code.

this was seriously a struggle not to reblog

My heart

Oh yea I’m going to have this. 

well then

wwweedhead:

Abandoned Amusement Parks

i wanna do drugs in one

^pls^

LOL this blew up so fast! I love Taco bell’s twitter. 

death-by-lulz:

darrynek:

u know i’m strapped up

This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.

This dude is so cool! 

Need

Happens

Beauty at it’s finest.

treeeeston:

insignificant-worries:

embroidedmelody:

bryainiac:

This is a handheld gamecube.

whaaaat

TAKE MY FUCKING MONEY

fllorence:

fuckyeahcomicsbaby:

Getting a Job in a Nutshell

lmfao… pretty much.

blein:

sO my friend’s dog died and she lives in new york city and so she had to take it to the vet by the subway and she put the dead dog in the suitcase on the subway and it was a pretty big dog and some dude saw that she was struggling with the suitcase so he asked if she needed help with it and he said do you mind me asking what’s in it and she didnt want to say a dead dog so shE SAID IT WAS A BUNCH OF LAPTOPS SO HE TOOK THE SUITCASE AND RAN AND I JUST 

Well then

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

This is an amazing learning life experience parenting style. I’ll be sure to keep this in mind.

whitneymaerave:

Fucking porn on my dash