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amazing that i have a full time job, an almost full time non-profit organizing volunteer gig, am doing witchy art stuff with friends, and still have time to be sweaty about robert pattinson and a boat shoe wearing republican prep school fictional character who is searching for a dead welsh king and his goth farmer bff
interviewer: Mr. Wayne, have you heard of the popular internet jokes about you dating Batman?
bruce wayne: Yes I have heard of them, but if I were going to date any superhero it'd be Superman and not an overdramatic furry
#clark kent suddenly there breathless: Mr. Wayne could you elaborate on your desire to date superman?
Burn the barns this burn the barns that meanwhile Maggie burns her TRC journal solidifying her MILF status
Neil is super smart, right? like he’s basically a genius when he wants to be. but he’s also a Professional Bullshitter, coming up with believable lies in seconds flat. what i’m saying here is:
imagine poor Kevin— who actually cares about history and Knows what he’s saying— having to be in a class with Neil (or even just a conversation) and listen to that motherfucker pull straight up falsities out of nowhere BUT THEY ALL SOUND TRUE SO EVERYONE ASSUMES HES CORRECT.
Andrew u can’t commit murder on national tv 😔
credit: linnea sterte
Every night I smoke Weed to lobotmize myself... and every morning I drink coffee to restore my lobes. Send fucking tweet.
Msggie telling us she was gonna write more TRC but isn't because the fans were crappy is excellent and also sexy of her
a bunch of mushrooms
the Laura Palmer funko pop never fails to get an honest to god belly laugh out of me. what a horrible thing
serious contender for world’s funniest object
mutual culture on here is just so fucking weird. yes we're besties. no i don't know anything about you. yes we could break this at any moment. i love you and i still have to check your name every time i reblog a post from you. what?
fox news now literally just looks like the shitposts my friends and i make. this fucking rips
None of them guessed the fate of the afternoon was currently playing out inside the minds of the dreaming Zeds.
when you say “bryde is a dilf” all i’m hearing is that charles manson would’ve loved your gullible ass
The way this app is so intimate but so isolating the only thing i can compare it to is like we’re all in a museum at the same time. Or eating in our cars in a mcdonalds parking lot
