BUGS ON MY BED
HELP ME GET THESE BUGS OFF MY BED
things to do during ubisoft credits:
- knit a sweater
- write a small novel
- sing the entirety of leonard cohen’s hallelujah
- perform an interpretive dance to the soundtrack music
- die and wait to fucking reincarnate
*points to bedroom* This is where we frick frack.
*points to kitchen* This is where we snick snack.
*points to living room* This is where we kick back.
*points to bathroom* This is where we shit shat.
*points to couch* This is where we chit chat.
*points to computer* This is where we click clack.
*points to shelf* This is where weknick knack.
*points to sex dungeon* This is where we paddy-whack.
What a truly awful website this is
iconic video of my childhood
I still regularly quote this.
I can’t reblog this without providing a link in case anyone doesn’t know what this is. Because everyone should know what this is, I feel.
Have some random glitching Garrus and Tali
I know it’s trendy to fight the system and cry that we are all becoming slaves of technology, but this attitude overlooks that computers and phones are tools for communicating. When someone thinks I’m an idiot smiling at a machine, I’m actually smiling at my girlfriend who is 10000 miles away and whom I would have never met if not for these newfangled electronics. As they say: when the wise man points to the moon, the fool looks at the finger.
This is a topic that I’ve been wanting to tackle for a while now; much credit to this excellent post for bringing it to the front of my brain.
Michelle Made Obama change seats she don’t play that shit lmao
lmao the pope better watch his fucking back