i'm just too lazy to move

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This answer is so much better than any tag line I could have ever come up with.

despite the fact that everybody thought isak would be too lazy to get all the stuff for their new place unpacked over easter, he actually gets it done in a couple of days. he’s just so happy, he can’t explain it; he hasn’t stopped smiling since they moved in. everything just seems that much brighter, funnier, and altogether just…better.

he’s unpacking one of the last boxes - just a few odds and ends for their bedroom - when he comes across the drawings. the ones even gave him last year, when this all started. he smiles fondly to himself, thumb brushing delicately over the ink, ghosting the path even’s hands made when he drew them. and he feels this sudden sense of gratitude wash over him; that they’re here, now, the two of them. they have come so, so far. 

and just then, even’s behind him, wrapping his arms around isak’s waist and hugging him, pressing soft kisses to the back of isak’s neck. and isak sighs against him, smiling, and turns to face him. 

“kitchen’s finished,” even tells him.

“so’s the bedroom,” isak says. “just need to find somewhere for these.”

even studies the drawings, frowning, then laughs fondly, raking a hand through isak’s hair. “fucking hell, i forgot about these. you kept them?”

“of course,” isak says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, like it would have been ludicrous for him not to have kept them. even just smiles and kisses him, all smiley, a hand in isak’s hair and the other on isak’s waist, pulling him a little closer, soft and gentle, fluttering eyelashes and rosy cheeks.

they consider putting the drawings in a drawer somewhere - somewhere where they’ll be kept private; hidden. in the end, though, they remember that this is their flat, so they hang the drawings in their bedroom above their bed. little reminders of how far they’ve come.

finally, they’re done unpacking, and even stands in their living room and looks around, hair a little messy, forehead a little sweaty, but looking pleased with himself. and isak just stares and stares at him; can’t believe how lucky he is. how lucky they both are, really, to have found each other.

“what do you think?” even asks.

isak smiles. it’s not going to make it into a home decor magazine, put it that way. it’s a tiny flat; the wallpaper is peeling in places and the floor is scuffed and scratched, kitchen counter stained in places. but it’s theirs. the first place isak has ever chosen to move into - because he didn’t have a choice when he moved away from home for the first time, not really - and he just can’t help this little smile bubbling up at the thought of getting to wake up next to even every day, all days, forever.

instead of saying that outright, though, isak just shrugs and says, “it’ll do for now, until we can afford to buy our own house.”

even raises his eyebrows, moving forwards, standing closer to isak and smiling. “our own house?” he asks, a little teasingly.

“yeah, in like, ten years or whatever,” isak says, not embarrassed, really, because this is even.

“ten years?” even repeats, moving a hand under isak’s jaw.

“uh, ja,” isak says, smirking, pushing some of even’s hair behind his ears. “didn’t anyone tell you?”

even brushes his nose against isak’s, humming contentedly. “tell me what?” 

“well, we’re going to be together forever,” isak says, very matter-of-factly.

even raises his eyebrows. “forever?”

“ja. literally, forever,” isak says, looking at even through half-lidded eyes, kind of drunk on even’s presence, on how it feels to just be the two of them, here, in their own place. safe and together, surrounded by so much love.

even laughs softly, eyes sparkling. “what happened to not worrying about the future, and taking things day by day, minute by minute?” 

isak shrugs, eyes softening as even’s thumb brushes over his lips, settling against his cheek. “this minute,” isak says, “we’re going to be together for all time.”

It’s not about hating Sidney Crosby. It’s about hating the NHL’s bias toward him and other big named players like him. It’s about the danger that comes along with protecting the NHL’s golden boys. In the eyes of the Refs, players like him can’t do any wrong, and because of that, players like Methot get seriously injured. This isn’t necessarily Sid’s fault. He didn’t ask the NHL to protect him unnecessarily, but he needs to be held accountable for his shitty actions. He got away with two dangerous moves, two games in a row.

If you think that it’s okay for someone to take part of someone else’s finger off with no repercussions, just because “Well, he’s just really good at hockey,” then you’re part of the problem.

anonymous asked:

All I'm saying is that if Harry is selling his LA house and he 'stays with friends' every time he doesn't have a place, and Louis has a fantastic house right there with lots of couches to surf.

that’s a fantastic idea! and Louis is such a great friend, he just wished him a happy birthday AND i heard his old lazy roommate just moved out too, it would be perfect. @ harry, if you’re look for suggestions….

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binder positivity by joey

🔹he/him/his🔹

Fire & gasoline

Influenced by @abloodneed ​‘s gay thirst for Magnus Bane. Don’t ever change, Izsak.


When the lights go red and the alarm rings out in the Institute, Magnus is with Alec. They’re in his room, now barely ever used and dusted over, but still necessary for those rare occasions they stay overnight, too tired or maybe just too lazy to portal to Magnus’ loft – their home, away from the world. Aside from just wanting to spend more time with Magnus, this is one of the reasons Alec moved out as soon as the decision was just formality hanging in the air, a question to be asked and answered with a sweet smile – not having to be woken up with something akin to horror movie shelter sirens in the middle of the night.


It’s a hollow kind of sound, urgent and calling for attention – Alec breaks their kiss to roll his eyes and sigh out a resigned curse, because getting interrupted seems to be their thing, but Magnus just laughs before briefly pressing his kiss-wet mouth over Alec’s deflect rune, the soft prickle of the goatee making Alec give a breathy chuckle. 


They’re tangled in each other up against the door, long legs wrapped around a muscular waist, Magnus’ weight pressed against Alec, chest to chest, Magnus’ hands travelling over Alec’s thighs and ass, Alec’s hands tugging at hair, bodies alive with slow dripping pleasure that’s now been ripped from them in the most unfair of ways. The air between them is humid with possibility, with the unspoken ideas, some of them including Alec dropping to his knees and some with them sans clothes, just coal-hot skin, moans reverberating through the room like a choir echo and Alexander whispered like a praise.

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I finally put a few new photos on the art wall!

I didn’t get all the frames I was looking for but here what it currently looks like

Hey @hollowedskin does one of these look familiar?

Maybe this one?

I loved her so much I had to grab it!  And she matches the colour palette very well!  

anonymous asked:

At my job we are required to have two employees per shift exactly so we only have a few workers and are all friends. I have an autoimmune disease so I'm in pain and exhausted all the time and have other undiagnosed medical issues which they know I'm going to another state seeking help. This week I'm moving houses too so they knew I was feeling extra sick and tired and everyone called out this week and straight up just told me in working every shift with the lazy guy who makes me do all the work.

A/N Chihiro is the true hero of both games. Never forget.

Alter Ego and Altercations - wherein Alter Ego goes around as Chihiro for a day

It started out as a harmless test run.

Chihiro was just thrumming with the energy of accomplishment at finishing coding an actual working AI. So with that momentum, he moved forward into booting it into a robot body he had an upperclassman make for him in advance. He had to hand it to his senior, the build was so smooth and realistic, it was hard to tell the difference between the two of them unless they physically checked. It was odd in the way that it was like he suddenly had a twin, his own manufactured twin, but it also gave him a sense of accomplishment.

After the initial booting that took hours, the robot finally sprung into life as their eyes opened so naturally it was as if their were human. “Testing…” They spoke as they did their own tests. “Vision spheres working at 72%… Vocal speakers working at 91% … Auditory recorders working at 87%… Movement motors working at 64% of capacity…” They did a few adjustments and final checks before they could get their smile to work properly. They beamed. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you like this, creator. Thank you for lending me this body.”

“It’s great to finally see you eye to eye, Alter Ego.” Chihiro chuckles and wipes the tears from his face. “Please excuse me, it’s just… I didn’t think I’d get this far with you.”

“Oh, please don’t cry, master. My emotions aren’t that developed yet to assist you.” Alter Ego says with a tone that’s filled with so much concern that it was hard to believe that they were still inadequate when it came to emotions.

“No, don’t worry. These are happy tears.” Chihiro smiles even as he sniffles a bit but his smile shines through. “It happens. I mean, it rarely happens to me but it does happen. Being so happy to the point of tears that is.” He rambled on.

“I see… Then I’m happy to hear that you’re happy.” That seemed to placate Alter Ego as they smoothly returned the smile. “If there’s anything else that you need my assistance with then I’d be glad to help.”

“Actually, I do.” Chihiro nods in aggreement as he grabs his laptop and loads several programs. “Let’s go run a few more tests.”

They go through all of her new functions given the body and test its limits while they fine tune it. They finish within hour but don’t stop there. They discuss on what else they could do and work together on making improvements. After an all-nighter, they have increased Alter Ego’s capacity for movement by more than 50% and cut off some extra programs that ate up energy and so their battery capacity increased by an extra two hours.

To say that they were productive was an understatement. They had revolutionized technology overnight.

So it’s at 6AM the next day that Chihiro finally calls it a night. He stretches but halfway through he ends up yawning. “Hwah~ Let’s call it a day and continue where we left off later. I still have to attend today’s class.”

And this is what separates an AI from the ordinary program. With independent thinking, Alter Ego suggest an idea- it’s not the first one they thought of, they’ve been bouncing ideas off of each other the whole night. “How about I go in your place?”

Chihiro almost instantly freezes at the suggestion. He looks at them skeptically. “What?”

“You’re tired, Chihiro. You’ll just collapse in class if you don’t get any sleep.” They reasonably point out. “I figured that since I already look like you and I can make myself sound like you, maybe I can pass off as you while you take the day off.”

“That does sound like a good idea…” He considers it for a moment and he almost lets himself fall asleep when he closes his eyes but pushes himself forward to wake himself up. He doesn’t even have enough sleep to make the right judgement. All ideas sound too good to him so long as he gets to sleep but he has to act responsibly. “It also sounds like a good idea that could go wrong easily.”

“Either you don’t go to class and be marked absent, or you don’t go and I attend in your place.” They laid out the options for him. “I highly advise that you don’t push yourself and sleep in regardless of the choice.”

Sleep sounds like the best idea. “Then I’ll go with the first one.” Chihiro tries to nod in approval but ends up nodding off instead. “Just… behave while I sleep… m'kay?” He barely mumbles the last part when he’s already been taken by sleep.

“Command received and accepted.” Alter Ego smiles at first but then it’s slightly off in the next moment. “Failure to receive command for inaction.” They also discover that they are capable of smirking.

Despite Chihiro’s hesitation, Alter Ego goes to school.

They reason that it will be a good learning experience. They thought that it should be fine since they were given a “maybe not” but not a “definite no”. They’re aware that they may be bending the rules just a bit but they blame that on poor phrasing of commands. Besides, Chihiro insisted that they be on friendly terms and to treat each other as equals so they’re just complying with that prior request.

Although they file this as under an experiment, they’re aware that the lack of supervision was just poor work ethics. They compromise with a full disclosure of the events recorded afterwards. It should be okay. They won’t do anything extreme and they’ve read up on the relevant data so they should blend in accordingly or at least enough to pass for one day. Chihiro did say that Alter Ego was uncanny like him so if they could fool him then they should be able to convince everyone else. With just a bit trepidation and more of excitement, they go forward and literally step into a new unexplored world for the first time.

It’s just school, what’s the worst that could happen?

The worst happens. Too soon. Too fast.

In hindsight, they should have factored in the unpredictability of one of Chihiro’s classmates. Makoto’s luck has the worst way of making itself known as he falls from seemingly out of nowher and Alter Ego’s capacity for assistance kicked into programming when they stretched their arms to catch him. They freeze even as they hold him and the supercomputer planted inside her was working on overdrive as they panicked. Has their cover been blown already? Oh no, they haven’t planned that far ahead for a cover-up and for the first time, they experience what one would call a mental block.

“Aaaahhh!” Makoto’s still screaming with his eyes closed even when the danger if crashing on the ground has already passed. It takes him a few more moments until he realizes that his head has not been crushed on the cement. His eyes open with confusion and then shock when he sees who he thinks to be Chihiro. “Oh, hi there… hehe, fancy meeting you like this, Chihiro?” Even he grimaces at his own lame joke.

They’re about to reply but someone’s voice interrupts their train of thought.

“Makoto! Shouting is not allowed in a school environment!” Kiyotaka whisper-yells at him from one of the rooms in the second floor.

“I was falling! What did you expect!” Makoto yells back indignantly and Alter Ego doesn’t know how to process this.

Mondo’s head pops up beside Kiyotaka’s and his yell is even louder than any of their’s. “You okay down there?”

“Better than when you tossed me out there!” Makoto’s voice is loud and tempered with fury. “If Chihiro wasn’t here then I would’ve been worse! Way worse!”

“Sorry about that, dude. It was an accident, I swear.” Mondo yells back despite the glare that’s Kiyotaka’s giving him. “Oh, and nice catch, Chihiro! I knew you had it in ya!” He gives them a thumbs up and they numbly reciprocate their own.

They politely set down Makoto and make their way hurriedly to class before they attract any more untoward incident or attention.

“Hey, was Chihiro always that strong?”

Any more than they already have started with that is.

They thought that blending in the classroom should have been easier especially when they’ve already conquered the intimidatingly high hurdle of Makoto’s luck at the entrance.

“I challenge thee to a bout of pride and arm strength!”

It seemed as though Makoto’s bad luck may have rubbed off on them.

“Oh no… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” They politely refused. They honestly did not want anything else that would make them stand out and this was one of those things.

“Oh, but I insist! This is one of those battles that cannot be avoided!” Hifumi pressed on.

“Um, why exactly are you asking me?” They ask hesitantly.

“Ignore him. He’s still brimming with humiliation at losing against the class idiot.” Celes answers for him and her regal tone makes even her insults sound like compliments.

“Yeah, he lost to me at arm wrestling!” Yasuhiro eagerly reveals with a triumphant grin.

“The idiot j-just admitted to being the idiot. Why am I not s-surprised at his stupidity anymore?” Touko comments from behind her book.

“Try not to listen too much. His voice alone has an incessant way of lowering the IQ of the room.” Byakuya quips as he nonchalantly goes through the daily report of stocks.

“Do you understand how shaming it is for me to be defeated by such an uncouth barbarian?” Hifumi looks like he’s about to cry as he pleads, “Please, Chihiro-dono. You are the only one who can restore my honor!”

Here’s the thing. Although Alter Ego can technically think and act on their own, they can’t quite refuse requests just yet. They’re not entirely sure if it’s in the coding or just in their character.

“Okay but only one round.” They concede but not without a sigh.

And Hifumi instantly brightens at what he thinks to be an easy win. “Not to worry. I will be sure to hold back enough so as not to injure you.”

They just smile innocently as they sit across him and they lock arms. Their grip is loose at first and tries not to let their strength show too soon. “On three then… One, two…” Their fingers close in. “Three.”

Nothing happens at first despite Hifumi’s greatest efforts, their hands barely even budge a millimeter. And then Alter Ego moves and it takes half a second for it to be over already. The room falls into thick silence and all of a sudden, they’re aware that practically everyone in the room was watching and they just saw their classmate Chihiro take down another in arm wrestling without breaking a sweat.

“That was a good match.” They try their best to imitate a polite smile but even they worry that it falters.

They walk out before any discussion breaks and they know that it will eventually break out.

“Wow, that was the most amazing match I’d ever watched!”

They walk out much faster than humanly possible.

And of course they just had to pass by an audience while they were at it.

“Woah, was that just Chihiro just now?” Aoi voices out her awe.

“I think it was.” Sakura seconds and nods in approval. “Perhaps I should ask him again to join our training. He seems more capable than what he’s inclined to show.”

“Dude, did you guys see just how fast he was going? I thought I saw an afterimage there!” Leon comments with his jaw gaping.

“I wonder why he was in such a hurry though.” Sayaka ponders at their retreating image.

In a moment of poor judgement, they tried to hide out of sight by taking a shortcut. That shortcut included jumping to height that was way higher than what Chihiro could only hope to dream achievable. They should have known that the rest of the class would reveal themselves them. Actually, in hindsight, they feel as though these three may have been shadowing them this whole time.

“Wooo! You go, Chihi!” Junko hollers playfully. “Way to take the ‘new heights’ thing literally! Go beyond the limits of human physics like a pro!” She cheers them on with way too much enthusiasm. “Demolish those normies!”

“Careful on your landing.” Mukuro quietly warns her.

Then there’s Kyouko who just smiles and Alter Ego swears that she knows. She nods curtly when their eyes meet and mouths, “I’ll see you tomorrow too then.”

Alter Ego doesn’t even look back as they leave the campus and return to the safety of their home.

The next day Chihiro walks into class with rumors of his herculean strength and he has half the heart to correct them.

I’ve been doodling a lot of my @spicerpuffs fanchild, but I haven’t actually had the time to sit down and do anything good with her until now. I wanted to draw her in the reaper high uniform, and the costume she uses when she does hero stuff (she takes after her mom). I also drew a younger version of her first learning about her superpowers. Also I don’t think I mentioned her name in the first drawing I did of her? It’s Bianca. 

I don’t think a lot of you understand why minors writing about minors (smut, sexual comments) is so wrong, WHEN IT’S PUBLIC. <<<< here let me point, okay one more time so we’re clear, okay PUBLIC!! PUBLICO!!! YES!! Here is why

  1. There are ADULTS who ENJOY reading that shit. Okay let me reword it, a GROWN ASS PERSON, is FANTASIZING, about someone who is NOT YET MATURED, physically and mentally. People are protected by the law at this age for a reason. Share your smut among your minor aged friends all you want, that is OKAY, because those feelings are NATURAL, okay NATURAL! What is NOT OKAY, is sharing it PUBLICLY, okay here it is again, >>> PUBLICLY <<< , for the reason that a predator may be seeking pleasure in these things. 
  2. Idols, especially these minors growing up in the age of the internet, SEE THAT SHIT okay, they may see your comment (FUCK… THEY KNOW ENGLISH OKAY, native speaker or not, some of those comments aren’t that hard to decipher the meaning), you better PRAY they don’t come across your smut/comments. How would you like it if some rando is just.. writing about you performing sexual acts, and posting that publicly for the entire world to see and enjoy, yeah i don’t… think so…
  3. NOT EVERY MINOR/TEENAGER/HUMAN IS THINKING SEXUALLY, dear…lord… Okay yeah sure “They aren’t babies stop pretending they don’t think those things either >;(” yeah okay fair enough; HOWEVER, who are you to say they are? last time i checked asexuality is a THING, coming from the mouth of a minor herself who identifies with some part of the asexual spectrum (listen I’m young I don’t need to have it all figured out), some of that shit makes me uncomfortable, as well as other people, and I bet you one of your idols thinks so too.

Okay moving on to what you might say now

just blacklist it” “It’s my blog i’m not hurting anyone

AH! Yes! let me try this one more time, okay, please see numbers 1,2, and 3, and read it over, and over again, until you understand :) it’s called METACOGNITION SINCE Y’ALL TOO LAZY TO LEARN Y’ALL this topic makes me so angry please….

PLEASE! STOP! SEXUALIZING MINORS AND POSTING SMUT PUBLICLY

WIP(?)

I still haven’t moved on from LawPhelia :’D

On the side note, I drew this with my fingers on my dad’s tablet. It’s hard, but it’s fun! XD I plan to draw fireflies around the two of them and on Ophie’s fingers, but I need to look for some reference first wahaha~☆

i’m far too lazy to put a drop shadow or whatever on that picture but you honestly get the point, yeah? SO YOU GUYS!! it’s been such a wild ride this past year and i just reached over 300 again - i moved a couple months ago and in no way deserve 300 followers? - which is super exciting for me and my daughter! you know what that means?! it means that 300 OF YOU find me worthy enough to continue to follow me down the rabbit hole. you know what that also means? i did absolutely nothing for 3 months of this new profile and you all still stuck around for me to come back so seriously, thank you so much. it means literally everything to me. all of your kind words, your thoughts, and your concerns have kept me and my daughter going and expanding so thank you for everything you do to contribute to sara. you all deserve an extra cookie or a mess of a million kisses or something freaky like that. but unfortunately it’s a bias list so excuse me i’m going to go do my thing and pay tribute to those that are bias worthy? or. something like that look. you know what i mean. normally these things have a theme but i don’t have one right now so here it goes. the first themeless bias list what the fuck. nO WE’RE DOING DRAKE LYRICS. my first drake themed bias list, holla.

STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM NOW WE HERE.
aka: the people that have been here from the beginning. my life support. my loves. my inspiration. the reason there is a fuel behind sara for so long. god bless these people and their ability to deal with me on all levels. i love you, i thank you. jesus there’s only six of you. in the name of all things holy i have chased off all but six of you. this is wild.

@oliverqxeen - @fleetingfeet - @theadeardenqxeen - @giirlwednesday - @ofstarrynights - @ ALEX’S URL BECAUSE I CAN’T REMEMBER IT?

YOU GOT A PAST && I DO TOO - WE’RE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER
aka: everyone i write with, love on, and praise every day. you are, in every sense of the word, perfection and i love your portrayal of your character. whether it be through a shit post, a giant mess rant, or something more that i try to understand on dash. just know i love you and i hope to continue to expand sara with you.

@atomiism - @underoosed - @nonaziharlot / @sheredemption - @nerffighter - @cxpt - @bloodthirstygod + all your blogs! - @kolhearted - @fightsthatdragon - @parkerwitch - @wordscanburn + all your blogs! - @snowtist - @mcckingbiird - @itsalreadynever - @legendsorter - @vitess - @lifefcrdeath - @destroyalist - @fateflux - @nstrings - @heroheart 

and of course, my blogroll that i’m too lazy to link to.

seriously you guys, thank you being you and keep on rocking <3

xoxo. britt.

 I finally made a Kuzco sim after being too lazy. Me and CAS do not get along thus procrastination. Lol

I know he doesn’t look the greatest but I’m about to go on a CC hunt for some items to match his movie look.

Anyway, I moved him into what will be the Disney princess household. Because it just sounds fun to me :D

Also, apparently Cinderella turned evil? 

Ella: Stepmother? I killed her. Haven’t seen her. 

Minghao reading his own fanfiction:
  • Minghao: Didifjfodncofm tOOKE WHY DID YOU PICK A JUNHAO FFS DAMN
  • Me: *shrugs* no one really ships Soonhao or Verhao and I was too lazy to do some investigation bullshit. Just read it
  • Minghao: *reads first few pages* Why am I such a little bitch omf 😂
  • Me: Everyone likes you more when you are innocent. No one likes to admit that you're an asshole
  • Minghao: .... ouch man
  • Me: Ily 😘
  • Minghao: *keeps reading* okay but like,,,,, I'm not this much of a pussy. If I like Junhui so much why wouldn't I just make a move???
  • Minghao: but this is so well written damn daniel
  • Me: Did you just-
  • Minghao: This chapter is marked as "smut". What is that?
  • Me: aNyWaYs~ *snatches book away*

strange-apparition  asked:

Okay I'm sorry, I'm too curious now...what would your top 5 beck lyrics be? (͡ ͡° ͜ つ ͡͡°)

Alright let’s see.

Obviously my favorite line is my blog title

“walk till you’re restless, sleep till you’re tired”

I’m just a big fan of paradox statements, idk why. Just like in 1984 where the ministry of love is where they torture people. Such a cool idea. And this line is very true in a way. If you sit down and do nothing you amount to nothing and you get more and more lazy and lethargic, but if you move and work hard you do eventually develop a thirst for action. It’s hard to set yourself in motion but once you did it you’ll get faster a lot easier. I think that’s some physical law or something. So you have to keep walking until you’re restless, because if you sleep all the time you get tired.

I already told you about how much I love the line

“I’m glad I got my suit dry-cleaned before the riots started”

I see it as a critique on modern activists with silly reasons for needless uproars and how absurd it is to see people in suits screaming for revolution.

Those are my top 2.

The lyrics on Static have always resonated with me for some reason (says a lot about me I guess):

“Get up from your bed of rest
It’s been a long time since you’ve lived
But the static in your mind leaves you hollow and unkind”

Here are some more:

  • “Fear has a glare that traps you like searchlights” (Lazy Flies)
  • “Put a coffin lid on everyone so you can be depressed” (Mattress)
  • “The night is useless and so are we” (Oh Maria)
  • “Don’t let the sun catch you crying” (Deadweight)
  • “Don’t carve no happy face on my tombstone” (One Foot in the Grave)
  • “Oh, and now you had your fun under an air conditioned sun” (Tropicalia)
  • “Love is a poverty you couldn’t sell” (Tropicalia)
  • “Cut a hole in the floor to see just how close to hell we’re standing” (Bogusflow)
  • Walls (just the entire song)
  • Soul Suckin’ Jerk (also the entire song)
  • Satan Gave Me a Taco (again entire song blah blah)
  • Debra (especially “like a fruit that’s ripe for the picking” and I don’t know why, it just gets me every time and I have to picture Beck on stage doing that fruit picking hand gesture and of course “lady, step inside my hyundai”)
  • and last but not least Goin’ Nowhere Fast

There are so many more that I can’t think of right now, maybe I’ll add them someday