if my son is stealing pies off windowsills its because i taught him to do that bitch
take a second to imagine if this had happened in 2013. stop scrolling and please just sit with that for a moment, i urge you
tumblr would have been rendered uninhabitable to human life
avanskennedy
spending an hour in the character creation menu only to hate your own creation as soon as you see them in the first cutscene really makes Victor Frankenstein’s actions more understandable
republican bitches really be having babies with their military husbands at age 18, moving to the middle of fuck empty USA and being like "this... Is living ❤️"
Pride and Prejudice (2005) is not about the Accuracy…it’s about the Aesthetic
republican bitches really be having babies with their military husbands at age 18, moving to the middle of fuck empty USA and being like "this... Is living ❤️"
[BEGIN PLAY]
(RONALD and HAMBURGLER stand in front of an open casket, the contents hidden from view)
HAMBURGLER: So the blue motherfucker finally croaked it huh?
RONALD: He was purple, Harvy. Grimace was purple
HAMBURGLER: Yeah, whatever. I told you not to call me that name anymore
(MAYOR MCCHEESE enters from stage left walking hurriedly to the casket. We notice mayonnaise-tears are streaming down his face. He pauses momentarily, gathering his courage, then spits ketchup into the casket and hurriedly walks off, leaving HAMBURGLER and RONALD in stunned silence)
HAMBURGLER: Guess there musta been some bad blood?
RONALD: Yeah, well, no one was really on his side towards the end. You missed a lot in jail, huh?
HAMBURGLER: They don't exactly give you a newsletter in there. Hey this place is bumming me out, wanna go grab a coke at the bar down the road?
RONALD: Sure, buddy. (RONALD takes HAMBURGLERS hand and exits stage right)
(END SCENE, THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE)