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16 November 09

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captainkirk:

shortskirtlongjacket:

palahniukandchocolate:

thereandbackagain:fuckyeahalwayssunny

Posted: 11:54 AM

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alcoholicgifts:

clairemariel:

braincrack:

minalskare:

askarsswedishmeatballs:

I’m thinking of wallpapering my bedroom with this picture. Y/N?

YYYYYY

This makes me wish they’d done some amazing GQ spread with all the GK guys suited up and looking fiiiiine.

10 November 09

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hitrecordjoe:

I love a woman with some wate on her.

paintyhands:audreyhepburncomplex:If you want to be popular, you can’t afford to be skinny!

4 November 09

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blackandwtf:

Thanks, Arthur.

21 October 09

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daydreamdelusion:

(via alongwaytogohome)

Posted: 9:37 AM

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“ Oh you crimson guys never miss a chance. You want a confession? Lets get this done so I can go eat. I’m divorced. I take the Lord’s name often and with great relish. I hit my mother with a car, possibly by accident … … I almost let him choke to death right there on the football field…I looked the other way while my wig based parent company turned a bunch of children orange. I once claimed “I am god!” During a deposition… and I may have sodomized our former vice-president while under influence of some weapons grade narcotics. It feels good to say that one out loud actually. That one was weighing on me.

— Jack Donahgy (via 30rockthings)

Posted: 9:35 AM

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askarsswedishmeatballs:

He and Beel are such girls.

Posted: 9:32 AM

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askarsswedishmeatballs:

Will never get old.

Posted: 9:27 AM

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captainkirk:

angelcondom:

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morganfreeman:

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cakestheheathen:

babybraby:

(via gynecologistcobra)

ROFLMFAO!!!!

U GUIZ THIS IS LITERALLY SO RANDUM.

OMG I LOLed so hard

Posted: 9:25 AM

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Dear Journal:

kidviciousdonna:

Feeling listless again today. It began at dawn, when I tried to make a smoothie out of beef bones, breaking my juicer. And then at Cheerios practice, disaster! It was unmistakable. It was like spotting the first spark on the Hindenburg. A quiver! That quiver will lose us Nationals. And without a championship, I’ll lose my endorsements. And without those endorsements, I won’t be able to buy my hovercraft.

Glee Club. Every time I try to destroy that clutch of scab-eating mouth-breathers, it only comes back stronger, like some sexually-ambiguous horror movie villain. Here I am, about to turn 30, and I’ve sacrificed everything, only to be shanghaied by the bi-curious machinations of a cabal of doughy, misshapen teens.

Am I missing something, Journal? Is it me? Of course it’s not me. It’s Will Schuester! What is it about him, Journal? Is it the arrogant smirk? Is it the store-bought home perm? You know, Journal, I noticed something yesterday…of course. It’s coming clear to me now. If I can’t destroy the club, I will have to destroy the man!

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh