And do not shave. Are you at least eat?
oh god this is my hell
no this one is better
How long was the last time talking with my sister?
we have a winner!
I was hoping you did not do so foolishly. Wow, roll up for me personally. I am quite safe.
reading translated fic is the worst.
“if you will do any harm to Sherlock, I know about it and you will regret their actions. ”
fucking russians man.
So here’s a story:
My uncle went 2 weeks ago to this popular club in Toronto, and while he was there he noticed the bartender was talking to him a lot more than anyone else. He looks around and people are taking pictures of him, he turns around to ask the bartender why but he’s talking to one of the waitress’ he’s friends with, what he hears is
“That’s him right?”
“What? No!”
“What!? He looks like Deadmau5! I’ve been telling people he’s Deadmau5!”
My uncle realizes that half this place has been thinking he’s Deadmau5 so a little later he actually runs into Deadmau5 whose dressed almost exactly like him except he’s wearing his leather jacket.My uncle tells him what happened and all he says is “yeah you kind of look like me”
I miss winter.
Going through a rec list and this asshole added a summary to every fic accept Alone on the Water
That’s like explaining what’s in every bowl of soup except one and that one is made of rat poison and tears.
I was tidying my room and I found a 800$ camera.
forgot I had that.
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I had a nightmare the other day where the zombie apocalypse happened and no one listened to me when I said I had escape plans.
And my mom got eaten, Azar got into a car that had a zombie in the back and the next door neighbors were torn apart.
whoops just sent a really suggestive tweet to a celebrity
The next door they encountered was Greg’s – a brass plaque that said DETECTIVE-INSPECTOR LESTRADE sat on the door, highly polished but relatively nondescript. The door itself was made of a heavy, intricate, dark wood.
“Wanker!” Greg cried. He dropped Sally’s arm, fumbling about in his pockets and digging out a permanent marker. Angrily, he wrote “GREG” on the door above the plaque. “Forget my name now, you utter dick!”
Everything was going fine till I thought about Alone On The Water and now tears.
If I don’t have sex by August 30th of this year I’m going to kill myself.
