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Posted on 19th Apr at 9:46 PM

Turns out I’m decent with singed

Posted on 19th Apr at 8:51 PM

Learning lol is fun, kinda

Posted on 19th Apr at 7:22 PM, with 81,059 notes
straight white boy problems

amerlcanapparel:

thedorkiestviking:

amerlcanapparel:

when ur at the gym getting PUMPED AS FUK & ur phone dies so u can’t listen to eminem’s “lose yourself”

actual straight white boy problems: when people reduce a group of people to a label for biased assholes to make abusive jokes out of

dam bro… chill…. drink a protein shake….

the abuse…nooo….  I’m wilting away…

Posted on 19th Apr at 7:20 PM

Send me a message if we’re mutual or interact a lot or whatever and you want my IG, FB, twitter, youtube, or whatever.  

Posted on 19th Apr at 6:48 PM, with 3,345 notes

kingjaffejoffer:

trashydyke:

bring-it-off:

versaceslut:

yas gurl

Looks like a list of accomplishments to me

GET IT

why are some of the names blurred out

Top Illuminati members

Posted on 19th Apr at 5:05 PM, with 324 notes
Did You Know?

kafkarockopera:

Steve Jobs had his first amazing and innovative idea in his parents’ back yard.

He was bouncing a tennis ball off of the brick wall of the house, when the thought struck him. He reached for his notepad and jotted down, “take money and credit for the work of others,” and the rest, as they say, is history.

Posted on 19th Apr at 4:25 PM, with 769 notes
collegehumor:

What Middle America Is Like According To Truck Commercials
We’re strong, simple people. We enjoy the simple pleasures: Flannel, dirty gloves, throwing lumber onto truckbeds in slow-mo, leaning on fences, you name it. MAN do we love leaning on fences. Wood fences, wire fences — you give us a fence, we’ll lean the fuck on it.Out here, it’s always sunrise or sunset. Are there other times in the day? We don’t know. And frankly, we don’t want to know. We’re simple like that. All we know is that this lumber has to go from here to somewhere else, and it’s up to us to move it. Also there’s horses out here so shut those greasy gates and let’s peel out into the mud.Us? We’re all about family. When we’re not about lumber. Which is often. But we’ll swing by the son’s Little League game and rub his head when his team loses, then swing by the gal’s Little League game and rub her head when her team loses. Just let em know that it’s all gonna be ok because we love them, and we’ll get that lumber where it needs to go.But we’re not afraid to let loose every now and then! Sometimes we go to the diner where the way-too-attractive waitress pours us coffee and gives us broad smiles. She may look like a model but she’s got flannel on and never isn’t turning around with a coffee pot so she’s one of us.We live on a porch. Quiet. Homely. Not much call for buildings in our town — we’re not really into ‘frills’ — just give us a porch and some iced tea pitchers with the sun shining through them and we’re as happy as a pig in gloves leaning on a fence.At night, we just admire the stars. LOVE those stars. Who needs a television when you got stars? Not us, that’s who.My son points up at the stars as if to say “wow!” I smile. I am glad my son enjoys the stars. At least one kid gets that you don’t need ‘video games’ when you have stars. They’re like our own little tiny, glowing fences in the sky for our eyes to lean on. Truly magical.In conclusion, I love this country.My wife is a truck made of fences.

collegehumor:

What Middle America Is Like According To Truck Commercials

We’re strong, simple people. We enjoy the simple pleasures: Flannel, dirty gloves, throwing lumber onto truckbeds in slow-mo, leaning on fences, you name it. MAN do we love leaning on fences. Wood fences, wire fences — you give us a fence, we’ll lean the fuck on it.

Out here, it’s always sunrise or sunset. Are there other times in the day? We don’t know. And frankly, we don’t want to know. We’re simple like that. All we know is that this lumber has to go from here to somewhere else, and it’s up to us to move it. Also there’s horses out here so shut those greasy gates and let’s peel out into the mud.

Us? We’re all about family. When we’re not about lumber. Which is often. But we’ll swing by the son’s Little League game and rub his head when his team loses, then swing by the gal’s Little League game and rub her head when her team loses. Just let em know that it’s all gonna be ok because we love them, and we’ll get that lumber where it needs to go.

But we’re not afraid to let loose every now and then! Sometimes we go to the diner where the way-too-attractive waitress pours us coffee and gives us broad smiles. She may look like a model but she’s got flannel on and never isn’t turning around with a coffee pot so she’s one of us.

We live on a porch. Quiet. Homely. Not much call for buildings in our town — we’re not really into ‘frills’ — just give us a porch and some iced tea pitchers with the sun shining through them and we’re as happy as a pig in gloves leaning on a fence.

At night, we just admire the stars. LOVE those stars. Who needs a television when you got stars? Not us, that’s who.

My son points up at the stars as if to say “wow!” I smile. I am glad my son enjoys the stars. At least one kid gets that you don’t need ‘video games’ when you have stars. They’re like our own little tiny, glowing fences in the sky for our eyes to lean on. Truly magical.

In conclusion, I love this country.

My wife is a truck made of fences.

Posted on 19th Apr at 1:14 PM, with 211 notes
accaern:

iwontallowit:

fuck this

dude don’t eat so much stevia jesus

A homemade coconut.  He made it himself.

accaern:

iwontallowit:

fuck this

dude don’t eat so much stevia jesus

A homemade coconut.  He made it himself.

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