So, I don’t know how many of you know the story behind this picture, but I thought I’d share it because it’s so funny.

So apparently Patrick ( Darry ) was often placed at the back of the group for photo shoots and such, because he was so tall. Eventually, he got really sick of trying to look over everyone else, and started complaining about it. The photographer wouldn’t put him in the front, and Patrick started to get angry. So Emilio spotted some bricks off to the side of the road, put them in a pile, and told Patrick to stand on them. It worked, and the bricks can still be seen in this photo.

  • ponyboy: *brings home a six pack of pepsi cans*
  • darry: we don't have room for soda in the fridge, pony.
  • sodapop: yeS YOU DO.
  • darry: soda-
  • sodapop: W A T C H ME.
  • darry: soda please-
  • sodapop: *trying to cram himself into the fridge*
  • darry: s o d a.
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I’m proving a point to my boyfriend.

psychic: *reads my mind*

my mind: You know, some guys my age man… they forget about drinking milk. I don’t know why, maybe they forget how good milk is. Milk’s great. It’s natural, uh… it’s satisfying. I like it when it tastes cold. You just can’t beat it. So don’t you forget it. I’m drinking milk for good.

psychic: what the fuck

When a Pony gets Sassy
  • *Pony doing his homework in the kitchen when Steve and Soda walk in.*
  • Steve: "Writing in your diary there Pony?"
  • Pony: "Yeah, actually I just wrote you a poem, wanna here it?
  • Roses are red, vilots are blue, I have 5 fingers, the middle ones for you."
  • *Flips Steve off*
  • Steve: "Idiot"
  • *Soda cracking up in the back round.*
  • Pony: "Of corse I talk like an idiot, how else could you understand me?"
  • *Soda dies from laughter and falls to the ground.*
  • *Steve leaps over table to kill Pony who runs for his life while laughing.*

mrs curtis: *holding her second born* honey what should we call him

mr curtis: sodapop

mrs curtis: 

years later

mrs curtis: *holding her third born* honey what should we call him?

mr curtis: ponyboy

mrs curtis: 

why can i imagine this happening

*johnny sleeping*
dally: EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP
ponyboy: *tiptoes to the bathroom*
dally: *whisper screaming* what the hell are you doing you inconsiderate bastard?! hes trying to sleep!
two-bit: *turns the tv on three rooms over to watch mickey mouse*
dally: *bursts through door and slams the off button* WHAT THE DIDDLY DARN FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING YOURE GONNA WAKE UP JOHNNY JESUS CHRIST DOES ANYONE LISTEN