Domain of a Bizarre Birb
makuta-tobi:
“tubaeric:
“ Ladies and gentlemen, a one of a kind, limited edition, Vladmir Putin butt plug.
”
It’s something to Putin your butt
”

makuta-tobi:

tubaeric:

Ladies and gentlemen, a one of a kind, limited edition, Vladmir Putin butt plug.

It’s something to Putin your butt

accioharo:

Supporting Ladies in the Slayers FIGHT card game

iamtonysexual:
“ #i don’t want to get in the game
”

legolokiismighty:

comicsansmpreg:

rest in peace you fucking toilet cover

well that’s dark, even for Disney

Are we forgetting the moment that Zazu said Scar would make a handsome throw rug, AND THE. SHOWS UP IN HERCULES LOOKING LIKE A THROW RUG

Ahh yes. The time has come to watch madoka.

jetn:
“ fingersareoptional:
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“ *prepares party popper*
”
*nervously shakes the party popper*
”
*slowly falls asleep with the party...

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*

*nervously shakes the party popper*

*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*

*has a wonderful night with the party popper*

*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.

Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.

“It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…” my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. “Yes,” I say, “but not like this… Never like this…”

what the actual fuck

tainted-sweet-meats:
“ NNNNNNNNYOOOOM
”

tainted-sweet-meats:

NNNNNNNNYOOOOM

thedailyparrot:

Erika: Day 6

staticsrecyclebin:

So I just found out that even if you delete the original post, you’ll still get notifications on it if it starts to go around.

God damnit

I learned this the hard way with the Fire Alpaca post.

lokigodofmischieflaufeyson:

canadumb:

jakegyllenhaalelujah:

never-no-more:

Otters chasing a butterfly.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

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