he stole 1 penny from her hot dog cart and she chased him across the world and her hot dog cart sat there and nobody touched it out of respect

the hot dog stand was there for 100 years and nobody touched it out of respect and the rain didnt rain on it and the wind didnt blow it and time didnt decay it and 100 years later when she got her penny back the hot dog stand started coughing and the neighborhoods kids said whats wrong and it started coughing and said i dont have much time left and they said no and the hot dogs started smelling bad and the kids cried and the kids started smelling bad and the candles started smelling gioood

people who grew up in the suburbs will wax poetic on tumblr about being "literally traumatized" by "graphic content" due to unsupervised Internet access as a child & the necessity of surveillance and restriction it proves, which is stupid in and of itself, but then you'll look at their tags and see they're not even talking liveleak gore and they just mean, like, seeing Alfred's Playhouse on fucking newgrounds at the same age everyone else did

me and the boys have a couple of chains wrapped around the sword in the stone hooked up to mikes toyota tundra gonna pull that fucker out like a tooth.

Me and the boys misunderstood the arcane nature of the stone and now the Toyota is king of England

Me protecting my family from john green

Pjackk url held and actively used by someone who's not even funny with it is the bad ending but in a meta sense it's a fitting trajectory for pjackk's corpse so carry on

it would probably move faster if your phone wasn't encased in green gelatin

the liberal media won’t trick me into removing my protective delicious gels

kity

foresees your doom but doesnt say anything