C'est vachement cool!

Boop boop boop

When I was a young man I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915 my country said: Son, It’s time to stop rambling, there’s work to be done So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun And they sent me away to the war~

In Flanders fields the poppies blow       Between the crosses, row on row,    That mark our place; and in the sky    The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,    Loved and were loved, and now we lie          In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw    The torch; be yours to hold it high.    If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow          In Flanders fields.

Supernatural | Back to the Future references Part 4 of (1, 2, 3, 4)

Supernatural | Back to the Future references Part 3 of (1, 2, 4)

Supernatural | Back to the Future references Part 2 of (1, 3, 4)

Supernatural | Back to the Future references Part 1 of (2, 3, 4)

Thanks, Doc.

This motherfucker sat on this account for two fucking years waiting to make this joke and all I can think about is how long they must have agonized thinking of the best way to deliver the punchline that they would only have one shot in their life at doing.

Happy Back to the Future day everyone. 

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Happy Father’s Day, Chuck!~