galaxys4:

hello students. welcome to my math class. we will be having a class trip this year, the first ever math field trip in history. it’s to hell. here we are

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pizza:

icy-brunette:

I MISS THIS SO MUCH I CANT EVEN RIGHT NOW

hahahahha same pizza:

icy-brunette:

I MISS THIS SO MUCH I CANT EVEN RIGHT NOW

hahahahha same pizza:

icy-brunette:

I MISS THIS SO MUCH I CANT EVEN RIGHT NOW

hahahahha same pizza:

icy-brunette:

I MISS THIS SO MUCH I CANT EVEN RIGHT NOW

hahahahha same pizza:

icy-brunette:

I MISS THIS SO MUCH I CANT EVEN RIGHT NOW

hahahahha same pizza:

icy-brunette:

I MISS THIS SO MUCH I CANT EVEN RIGHT NOW

hahahahha same pizza:

icy-brunette:

I MISS THIS SO MUCH I CANT EVEN RIGHT NOW

hahahahha same pizza:

icy-brunette:

I MISS THIS SO MUCH I CANT EVEN RIGHT NOW

hahahahha same

pizza:

icy-brunette:

I MISS THIS SO MUCH I CANT EVEN RIGHT NOW

hahahahha same

by following my blog u are buying urself a ticket for the fun train

(via pizza)

rodneykong:

ghostgif:

98% of divorces are caused by Mario Party 

yes your honor, this marriage can no longer work out after the trauma I suffered from my wife stealing not one, but TWO of my stars

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indoxyl:

i wanna give a high five to every parents who have a hot son good job 

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chinkerbelle:

Reasons I grab my boobs

  • running upstairs
  • running downstairs
  • running
  • stoked on life
  • scared
  • walking through my house in the dark
  • bored
  • boobs

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bekn:

in my family i’m the ‘computer whiz’ cause i understand that when u open a new window the previous one isn’t gone 

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writer-of-wrongs:

Today my history professor, a rumpled, pot-bellied guy in his mid thirties, walked into class looking all excited, which made the rest of us nervous, because he’s known for pop quizzes. He took a deep breath and said, “I have been waiting for this moment my entire teaching career. So please, pull out your textbooks and…” in a British accent, glowering at us all ferociously, “TURN TO PAGE THREE HUNDRED AND NINETY FOUR.”

We. All. DIED.


I AM COMPLETELY SERIOUS.

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