A Monument To All Your Sins

sometimes thinking abt all the gaming youre gonna do later is what gets you through the workday and then you get home and do no gaming. not even a little bit of gaming

manipulate your genitals

putting ketchup on fries is too permanent for me … i have to dip . i control the sauce

guy who plays albums on mute, it was never really about sound for him as much as feeling a sense of progression through a series of named durations

(absolutely haunted expression, 1000 yard stare) Do yuo want to play with me this weekend

[so horny my penis is whistling like a tea kettle] what? i cant hear you over my penis

I think Leela from Futurama should have broad shoulders and big biceps and a gut and thighs that could crack a skull like a watermelon. you agree. reblog.

imagine hating on me and im just in my room jiggling my thigh fat and eating sweets

Happy 2 year anniversary to the post that my old boss allegedly now has framed in his office, next to the recovered photo of his children.

image: text messages. “Going to sign your fucking leave form in crayon”. and “Where are my children”. end ID.

whose dumb ass idiot fuck idea was it to make medicine cost money

go to triple hell