Beep beep, everyone look at the cutie in the kitty car
i just spent entirely too long on this
hunting down tumblr posts i see on pinterest part 1193
hate when people say something along the lines of "we must get along so well because you are/i am [some astrological sign]" to me. what are you fucking talking about. we get along because im fucking nice. a decision which i regret when you say shit like that
this post is a good rent lowering gunshot. in case anyone needs one of those
Me trying to say something to my partner about some cool fanart I just saw on my dash.
Him: back up back up, what the FUCK is Mouse Effect.
Lizardsex I love you...
The burning question of course is whether everyone is mice, or just the humans. Like are the salarians little frogs or is it Mice and Mice With Blue Tentacles???
sorry im absolutely too floored by the fact you just called me 'lizardsex' to give you an answer
... I see now your name is probably Lizards Exposed and not in fact Lizard Sex Posed.
This exact phenomenon is why there’s now a hyphen in my url.
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ALT[ID: Seventeen screencaps from Taskmaster. The studio screen shows a pile of eleven unwrapped Curly Wurly bars. Joanna Page says, "So shortly after having my third child, of a morning, I would drop one child to school, one child to the nursery, and then one child would fall asleep in the back of the car. I would drive straight to the local garage and I would buy an iced caramel latte, a magazine and one Curly Wurly, and I would sit in the car and I'd be like, 'Oh, my God, it's my time just to have a rest.' I loved, like, the chewiness of them, right? So I soon went to three Curly Wurlies. It just wasn't enough because I was like, 'Oh, God, I need the chewing. I need the chewing.' So quite soon, I went to eight Curly Wurlies. Then I was like, 'If you're gonna do eight, you may as well do ten.' Then, it still wasn't enough, and I went, 'Sod it, get eleven.'" End ID.]