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I'm Jon and I like boys, money, and dancing
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hecallsmepineappleprincess:

I died laughing for 8 million years

colincakes:

i dont chase after men but if he has tattoos and muscles a bitch just might power walk

houseofwessex:

prototype-the-walter-girl:

dailyshitsandgiggles:

People should only update their Facebook statuses with great stories like this one.

That was wild

from start to finish

Amanda Lepore - proud owner of “The Most Expensive Body on Earth,” has inked a book deal with preeminent, New York-based Vigliano Books to publish her memoir, tentatively titled 
I…Amanda Lepore

h0llo:

I don’t really forgive people I just pretend like its ok and wait for my opportunity to destroy them

Anonymous asked: So yeah when I was about 8, I was over my aunt's house and she had this guy over. Well, I woke up at about three in the morning and was THIRSTY AS FUCK, so I got up and went to go get a glass of water. I passed her room and heard her groaning an I thought the guy was hurting her. So dumbass 8 year old me ran in there and started hitting the guy in the back, his dick still inside her but both of them freaking out. My aunt doesn't bring guys over when I'm at her house anymore.

coluring:

I’M SORRY I’M LAUGHING SO MUCH

burnsherlock:

guy:

guy:

yeah ur sex takes me to

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perry-dice you fucking idiots

burgerkid:

when your friend starts telling an embarrassing story about you

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theoppositeofsane:

youngblackandvegan:

kyleehenke:

I cannot be stopped

this is the most important video i’ve ever seen

This is a spiritual experience.

sswissfuckingcheese:

pancaikes:

diabetic-homeless-hookers-18:

bucketofboners:

Girls, wearing dresses made of cheese, posing in front of cars.

what

beauty comes in all shapes and sizes

what

reverseracist:

shuckl:

trashboat:

nawonderful:

The Breakfast Club.

what happened

they aged as most do

whites don’t crack they shatter

So one of my best friends had a medieval fantasy wedding

congalineofdurin:

at a hella cool castle

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the groom channeled Thranduil and the Baratheons

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the bridesmaids were elf maidens

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the court jester and town crier were there

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the cakes were gorgeous

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luckily a friar was passing through town who was able to officiate (“mawwaige,” he said, “is what bwings us togevver today”)

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the bride’s chariot was pulled by the most beautiful creature

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unfortunately, as with all medieval weddings, there is the dragon problem

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note-a-bear:

boo-meister:

note-a-bear:

Can this be my life, tho?

Who’s driving the car?

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