Bob the Maid
I AM SO FUCKING MAD. I AM SO FUCKINFG MAD. NO MATTER WHAT I GODDAMN DO THERE IS NO WAY I CAN GET THIS ABOMINATION OFF MY DASH. THERE IS NO WAY I CAN REMOVE THIS BLEMISH ON THE FACE OF HUMANITY FROM MY SIGHT. I DONT WANT TO FUCKING SEE SOME SENTIENT PIECE OF CORN SHAKE ITS ASS DRESSED IN A GODDAMN MAID SUIT. HOLY SHIT I AM SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW, AT THIS VERY MICROSECOND. I COULD WIN THE LOTTERY AND I COULD SEE THIS FUCKING GIF AND MY LIFE WOULD BE RUINED. I WOULD SWIM ACROSS THE FUCKING ATLANTIC OCEAN AND CLIMB MOUNT EVEREST JUST TO GET THIS ACTUAL PIECE OF EXCREMENT OFF OF MY DASH. GODDAMMIT I AM SO FUCKING ANGRY I AM LITERALLY GOING TO EXPLODE INTO A MILLION TINY MICROSCOPIC PIECES. GET SOMEONE TO GATHER ALL OF THE PIECES AND PUT ME TOGETHER, AND ANNIHILATE THIS DISGRACE TO MANKIND.
so did u like the gif
He-Dad by Jesse Cline [website | facebook]
[h/t: tastefullyoffensive]
writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
or laughing
through written words alone
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this is a formal apology to everyone that has ever tried to text me
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