This comic was going to have words but it’s better without
six sick selfies
rest in fucking peaches, mario
This game seems to be based on how sick you can clown everybody else. I don’t even think you win by crossing the finish line, you’re just judged by a point basis by how salty everyone around you is.
me leaving your party
my favorite thing about england is that the word pulp doesnt exist
name of anime with very constipated spiky men
yin & yang
this is my favorite post of all time
girl: so u wanna fuck with the lights on or off bae?
me: *thinks about the electricity bill*
me: in the dark ;)