let’s talk about the universe and make out
this is my linen closet, *shows you some towels*
and this is my lenin closet *shows you communist propaganda*
If you don’t have room on your blog for a gif of macaroni and cheese, you’re running the wrong kind of blog.
This man is just like traumatized for life like-
He has to go into counseling for this shit
His family and friends and even coworkers feel alienated
“Henry we talked about this-“
“HE TOOK THE ICE CREAM WITH HIS HANDS”
“Henry that’s what he’s supposed to do-“
“I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY HE ORDERED A CONE IF HE WAS JUST GONNA TAKE THE ICE CREAM-“
“If he gave you the money that’s what he’s supposed to d-“
“A CUP IS 50 CENTS CHEAPER”
He never has healthy relationships with anyone ever again.
His life has been defined by this moment.
This poor guy
reblogging for the flawless commentary
DEAR GOD ITS ON MY DASH AGAIN YES.
do not fix your dark circles let the world know youre tired of its shit and ready to kill a man
how the fuck does Old Man Jenkins weigh 250 pounds if Spongebob weighs 1 ounce
when you come into your room and someone’s there
FOR A DOLLAR.
NAME THREE WHITE PEOPLE.
this is the funniest thing i’ve seen in a really long time what the fuck
wouldnt it be fucking scary if you had a clock that counted down until the moment you die. like what if it could be altered too like one day it says 70 years left but then you do something and it says 10 minutes left and youre like what the fuck i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up
what if you got on a plane and then as soon as it took off everybodys clock changed to 20 minutes
isn’t that the new Liam Neeson movie