(Source: messilyonedirection)
It's random, keep up: Taxes
Tax his land,Tax his bed,Tax the table,At which he's fed.Tax his tractor,Tax his mule,Teach him taxesAre the rules.Tax his work,Tax his pay,He works for peanuts anyway!Tax his cow,Tax his goat,Tax his pants,Tax his coat.Tax his...
Tax his air
Socially awkward penguin sends her love.
I had a ridiculous dream where I was flirting with the theatre usher so he can change my Harry Potter movie ticket to a later showing, cause I bought the wrong one. WHAT? I don’t even flirt, at least, not that I’m aware of.
I had an odd dream where Hilary Duff was my girlfriend.
She was over dramatic, cried all the time, and I could only see her at night.
The fuck is wrong with me? I would never date that bitch in real life, NEVER.
looooool, I doubt you even know someone that famous or she would want to be your gf. Not to mention she is married. Fyi-> dreams are not reality but you sure sound like a little bitch. Maybe she was a manifestation of your snit self you don’t want to confront? besides she is anything but high maintenance. Dreams often describe what you do not want to face about oneself.
(via wtf-tony)
“I decided to ride with the windows closed and Conder. The reason for these changes, a bird shit straight into my parlor”
-Alex Sparrow
| Terry : | ew I hate spinach. |
|---|---|
| Jackie : | it tastes like lettuce. |
| Terry : | oh, does it? |
| Me : | you hate it and you don't even know what it tastes like? |
| Terry : | I just don't like the idea of spinach |
