by jove i love peepeepoopoo

whoever said scooby doo isn’t intellectual: explain this then

someone add anime George Washington

say no more

Why the absolute hell are there so many bad takes on dead people

Someone continue the saga

fellas, we’ve done it

GOD AWFUL WORK BASTARDS, LEAVE THIS PLACE AT ONCE!

what are the other two and what can I do to surpass them

Honestly you can’t surpass the HIV Hamilton fic reveal post and the dashcon announcement post so this is third.

you’re right, you’re right, gotta respect the classics

@officialfist the fucking WHAT

@nuggetfucker9000 here you go

God how can I leave tumblr when things like this wack me across the jaw every day

Being a normal person on this site is like being a bitty in a beauty shop gossiping about the rest of the town.

This site is free.

Tumblr, all day, every day:

Being on this site is like having the power to give yourself a concussion and doing it for fun

this image hits different in covid-19 isolation

ppl will make fun of straight men for finding damaging and unrealistic beauty expectations for women attractive and then make fun of straight women for finding “ugly men” hot.

yall just created a new way to be mean to conventionally unattractive ppl because you feel like it causes less harm. be careful now :-/

It really be like this

i’m nearly in tears over this ad

Please….you must remember. Youre the only one who can stop him

this website peaked on January 29 2015 

What happened

happy 5th anniversary

a concept: a bus, but horizontal

i have to do all the work around here

I don’t know why but I was picturing this:

He had to fight his way to the top

jorts in the summertime, jants in winter, joots all year ‘round

don’t be ridiculous, you cant wear joots in the summertime, that’s when you gotta  break out your

jandals

nah mate aussie summer’s too hot for jandals

you need some jongs

In America we call those jlip-jlops

I’ve had enough of this post and I’ve only seen it once

EGYPT. Cairo. Spices in bazar. 2004. Ferdinando Scianna.

gonna eat the entire blue pile just to see what happens

My best friend is in med school and his classmate made this

Imagine showing this to a doctor in the 1950s.

being a longtime follower of an average Tumblr blog is like walking into a cafe for a cup of coffee once and then continuing to go there every morning for nine years even though it’s now a mattress store

So at my house we have an intercom in everyone’s room and when you press “talk” and speak into it everyone can hear what you say

So last night at like 1 AM I spoke into it and quietly whispered “Shia Labeouf“ 

I heard my mom scream in the other room

i have an emotional attachment to this email

minecraft isnt a horror game huh? then explain why my ass has been slapped by several berry bushes while on peaceful?

what the fuck was i on last night

Peaceful, apparently

A priest hooks a huge fish

Helping him reel it in, a sailor says “Whoa, look at the size of that fucker!”.

“Hey, mind your language!” says the priest.

Embarrassed, the sailor thinks quickly and blurts out, “Sorry father, but that’s what this fish is called, it’s a Fucker fish”.

Accepting the explanation, the priest forgives the sailor and takes the fish back to church.

“Look at this huge fucker” says the priest, spotting the bishop.

“Language, please! this is God’s house,” replies the bishop.

“No, no that’s what this fish is called, “says the priest.

“Oh,” says the bishop, scratching his chin “I could clean that fucker and we could have it for dinner”.

So the bishop takes the fish, cleans it, and brings it to the mother superior.

“Could you cook this fucker for dinner tonight?” he asks her.

“My, what language!” she exclaims, clearly shocked.

“No, sister that’s what the fish is called - a fucker”, says the bishop.

Satisfied with the explanation, the mother superior says, “Wonderful, I’ll cook that fucker tonight, The Pope is coming for dinner!”

The fish tastes just great and The Pope asks where they got it.

“Well, I caught the fucker!” says the priest.

“And I cleaned the fucker!” says the bishop.

“And I cooked the fucker!” says the mother superior.

The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely glaze, leans back on his chair, takes off his cap, puts his feet up on the table, pours himself a whiskey and says:“ You know what?, You cunts are alright.”