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somebody once trolled me, successfully rickroll’d me
im not the sharpest n00b in the thread…
I was typing kind of dumb WITH THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON ON.
i bet u thought this post was finally dead
well the memes start coming, and they dont stop coming
fed up with these fools and their back-and-forth punning
#didn’t make sense not to post for fun#your blog gets followers but your posts get none
(Source: ewonenaellav, via lupinatic)
- be someone’s counselor and help them with all their problems if its bad for your mental health
- be there for someone 24/7
- remain friends with someone who emotionally drains you
- maintain negative relationships because you’ve been close for so long, because you’re related, or anything else
- do anything that makes you unhappy or puts your health at risk
(via punkrockpatroclus)
“really?” I say to inanimate objects that are not working like they usually do
“Stay.” I glare at inanimate objects that continuously fall over
“Fuck OFF!!!” I shout at the thing i have attempted and failed to pick up 4 times in a row.
“I am going to murder you and dance on your grave,” I tell the inanimate object that is actually functioning correctly but I cannot figure out how to use.
“Please stop punishing me. Is this because I was visiting the computer shop yesterday? I swear I am not cheating on you! I was just buying new cables!” I sob at the PC that has a minor glitch
“Pull this shit again, I dare you,” I snarl at my router as it boots me off the internet.
Don’t hate-read. You know what I’m talking about. Are there blogs or people who automatically make you clench your jaw and roll your eyes? Or always trigger a reaction of “Oh dear angels and spirits, not them/this AGAIN?” Stop reading their stuff. Don’t seek it out, no matter how much ranty entertainment you feel it may be.
Hate-reading is a drain of your time and energy.
(Note: I am posting this as a REMINDER TO MYSELF, because I fall into that trap, too.)
(via dubiousculturalartifact)
OK STORY TIME I WAS BABYSITTING THIS 6 YEAR OLD BOY AND WE ATE POPSICLES, THIS WAS THE JOKE ON MINE AND I TOLD IT TO HIM, BECAUSE THATS WHAT YOU DO WITH JOKES AND SO LIKE A DAY LATER I GET THIS CALL FROM HIS MOM AND SHE SAYS “My son told me an inappropriate joke today, and he told me he got it from you” AND I WAS SUPER CONFUSED??? SO I ASKED HER WHAT THE JOKE WAS AND APPARENTLY HE SAID “how do skeletons communicate? They bone each other” I AM SO DONE
saying things to children is like playing the world’s riskiest game of telephone
(Source: capsiclesteve, via adelindschade)
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