Chin Up Butter Cup!

this One Direction anon post is getting out of hand

like how am I supposed to do 500+ anons?

haha so here’s the deal

for a super duper creepy 1D ANON all I ask is that you

1) Be following me

2) Reblog THIS post

I just can’t keep track of everyone that reblogged the last one anymore lol

I didn’t expect it to get so many notes, I’m sorry!

BUT YEAH DO THIS FOR A 1D ANON GOOOO

Reblog this post for a sexual 1D anon in your ask

Mbf Pri and Steph (we check)

ALL will be messaged

they WILL get you sexually frustrated

be prepared

“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.” 

“I used to believe in forever, but forever’s too good to be true” 

“I don’t feel very much like Pooh today,“ said Pooh. “There there,” said Piglet. “I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do.” 

“I wonder what Piglet is doing,” thought Pooh. “I wish I were there to be doing it, too.” 

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.” 

“We’ll be friends forever, won’t we, Pooh?” asked Piglet. “Even longer,” Pooh answered.

“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you.” 

“Forever isn’t long at all, Christopher, as long as I’m with you.” 

This whole sequence of events took place in less than 10 seconds. Reflexes, fuck you.

There’s a short, but in this case crucial moment, between wiping your ass and dropping the paper in the toilet bowl.

As I was wiping my ass, I sneezed. A slimy drop of snot landed on my upper lip and instinctively I put the paper I was holding, on my nose to wipe it off. My body’s way of saying “WTF bro, you put shit on your nose” was instant puking, which landed on my hands and in my lap. Now, I’m standing up, screaming out my disgust, with pants around my ankles, shit on my face and puke all over. Wife comes banging on the door, wondering what’s wrong. My instant thought is “she must never know”. In my stress, I reach for the door to ensure it’s locked, so that she can’t make any rescue attempts. Of course I trip, fall face first on the door. This doesn’t calm my wife, but leaves vomit all over the door and a hurting nose, which I instinctively grab to acknowledge the pain. It’s all a mess, like taken from a xxx-rated version of Faulty Towers

Been spending the last half hour showering, cleaning the bathroom and making up half ass explanations to my wife.