going to Ikea with my gf tonight. Love that place. one of our first dates was to Ikea. How domestic :P I love buying shit together for our house, it makes me happy. Last night we bought a gas patio heater, thats gunna be so nice.

Hahaha someone has been spreading rumours that me n Jaysee have been sneaking around behind kris’s back i laughed so hard when i heard that… People need to get a life. Holy shit!!! Yes we had a thing almost a year ago, before i even met kris. Krystle was the one who told us about it. But i got mad at her. She wanted to believe it was true coz she doesn’t like me and thinks its her duty to protect kris.
The holocaust was next I’m sure
Hahahaha this is awesome :D
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Via Hello this is arthurAlways reblog because of awesomeness!
Yes I agree. I saw this video a while ago and it was adorable :D
Via Oh, to be a possum. A possum up a tree.
aw i had so many of these growing up. Started with 6, ended up with over 50 in about 5 years. My brother left the cage door open by accident and they all flew away :(
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TG: ok wait hold on why am i getting this stupid game for you
TG: youre the one who should be wrist deep in puppet ass
TT: What is the specific problem?
TG: the problem is i am up to my goddamn neck in fucking puppet dong
TT: You know you like the mannequin dick. Accept it.
TG: i am enrobed in chafing, wriggling god fucking damned puppet pelvis
TG: an obscenely long, coarse kermit cock is being dragged across my anguished face
TT: Let’s put this into perspective. You put up with the puppet prostate because you love it.
TT: Also, coarse is a good word.
TG: you dont seem to harbor any sympathy for the fact that ive burrowed fuck deep into lively, fluffy muppet buttock
TG: im whirling in the terrible cyclone at the epicenter of my own personal holocaust of twitching foam noses
TG: its like a fucking apocalypse of perky proboscis here
TG: like
TG: the proboscalypse i guess
TT: Are you going to start rapping about this?
TG: what no
TG: no listen
TT: Prong of flesh bereft of home
TT: Found solace ‘twixt a cleft of foam.
TG: no oh jesus
TT: Of apocalypse your thoughts eclipse
TT: A painted pair of parted lips
TT: That dare through kiss to stir the air
TT: That teases tufts of orange hair.
TT: And though faces flush in lovers’ fits,
TT: Hands snug in plush as gloves befit.
TG: ok dickinson if you can shut your perfumey trap for a half second
TG: this is serious
TG: i am just saying
TG: if i see one more soft bulbous bottom being like
TG: kind of jutting out and impudent or whatever
TG: im gonna fly off the handle
TG: im gonna do some sort of acrobatic fucking PIROUETTE off the handle and win like a medal or some shit
TT: Then let’s hope there will be a squishy derriere somewhere below the handle to break your fall.
OMG I am trying not to laugh my ass off at work over this. hahahahahahahaha.