REAL CLOWN KILLER

every time I burp I legally have to do a rick sanchez impression or they won’t let me see my family again

and every time we kiss i swear i could fly

sometimes u just gotta put on your cowboy hat and be both the cowboy shooting at your own feet in rapid succession and telling yourself to dance and also the cowboy dancing away from your own bullets with stunning accuracy 

Ke$ha clearly states that “when I leave for the night I ain’t comin’ back” (Animal 2.4), and furthermore, that “Tonight, Imma fight/‘Til we see the sunlight” (2.13-14), implying that she will neither depart nor desist from celebration until the following solar recurrence; moreover, she asserts in the refrain that “…the party don’t stop, no” (2.16), sagely reassuring us that no spacetime-rending event will occur.

From here on out, to avoid confusion, I am going to end any joking statement I write on tumblr dot com with a large, high-res photograph of a clown, to indicate that it’s written in jest.

you’re joking, right?

Do you see a clown?

I really want to read a murder mystery where one character is just constantly drenched in blood, looking like they were coming back from murdering someone, and just everyone waits for them to be the killer, and it never fucking is.