Hey look a fantroll

mrdecraprio:

excuse you

clientsfromhell:

Client: I threw out that black pen, it was out of ink.

Me: What black pen?

Client: The one that was lying on your tablet.

Me: You threw out my $150 Wacom pen?

Client: I tried writing with it and it didn’t work. It must’ve been out of ink.

twinzik:

Becoming A Thornberry!

More on our FB page- http://facebook.com/twinzik.twins

honeyrisuke:

living the dream

John

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enitari:

mopsthefloors:

the recession hit aoba p hard

hIS JACKET FUCKING TRYING TO EAT HIM SEND AN AMBULANCE

terminumvicta:

writing late replies:

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writing late replies when you know that they’re waiting for you:

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spn-fandom-breathing-heavily:

westbor0baptistchurch:

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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not even risking that shit

seafiish:

CLICK AND DRAG THIS LITERALLY EVERY FRAME IS GOLD

seafiish:

CLICK AND DRAG THIS LITERALLY EVERY FRAME IS GOLD

gaijingarrett:

I’ve watched this at least a hundred times.

elementoffabulousrarity:

So yeah i finally made this

again, thanks to thecelestialruler for helping with the examples!

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brave-fart:

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brave-fart:

did you hear about the italian chef who died?

he pasta way

he just ran out of thyme

here today, gone tomato

his wife is still upset, cheese still not over it

we never sausage a tragedy coming

ashes to ashes, crust to crust

there’s just not mushroom for italian chefs in today’s world

sentinulfuri:

headcanon:

its possible for trolls to have siblings. not genetic siblings. siblings as in “my lusus dissapeared one night and brought back a new grub and expects me to help take care of it”

Thrice - The Lion And The Wolf
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The lion’s outside of your door, the wolf’s in your bed.
The lion’s claws are sharpened for war, the wolf’s teeth are red.

And what a monstrous sight he makes, mocking man’s best friend, when both the wolf and lion crave the same thing in the end.

The wolf, he howls, the lion does roar; the wolf lets him in.
The lion runs in through the door; the real fun begins.
As they both rush upon you and rip open your flesh; the lion eats his fill and then the wolf cleans up the mess.

The lion’s outside of your door, the wolf’s in your bed.