nerdy-trans-girl:

Okay guys lets get this stuff unpacked.  Karen’s stuff…Some supplies…Karen…

nerdy-trans-girl:

Okay guys lets get this stuff unpacked.  
Karen’s stuff…Some supplies…Karen…

nintooner:

bruh

nintooner:

bruh

lumarios-kirby-fcs:

When you say the right words in the wrong order

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officialoceanman:

marxssoul:

x riding a bicycle

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bobby-sukeruton:

I am incredible.

bobby-sukeruton:

I am incredible.

easilyhumored:

moocowmilk:

Here we see a veteran of the skeleton war. Watch as he unwinds after a hard day.

they’re boning

easilyhumored:

moocowmilk:

Here we see a veteran of the skeleton war. Watch as he unwinds after a hard day.

they’re boning

Robot jones

roboticdreams:

roboticdreams:

this did not go as planned

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konkeydongcountry:

olgashine:

Family Computer Robot


imagine sticking your dick between those oscillating robot grabber-arms

that is not the intended use sir

konkeydongcountry:

olgashine:

Family Computer Robot

imagine sticking your dick between those oscillating robot grabber-arms

that is not the intended use sir

(A gay couple has just met up in the restaurant and kissed each other upon arrival. Another customer has seen this and is obviously angry.)
Angry Customer: “Damn f**s.”
Gay Man: “Excuse me?”
Angry Customer: “You heard me, you little s***. Let’s not make this into some little pride protest, okay? I have to accept that you’re going to live your lifestyle, and you have to accept that I’ve got freedom of speech.”
Gay Man: *quietly* “Is it too much to ask for a little human decency?”
Angry Customer: “Human? Listen up, what you’re doing is not human. I think I have the right to determine what I think is human.”
(The manager shows up. He’s a quiet Italian man who I assume is conservative due to the Christian imagery and portrait of Reagan he keeps around the restaurant.)
Angry Customer: *to the owner* “Hey, can you move either them or us to another table?”
(Instead of responding to the angry customer, the owner instead speaks to his wife.)
Owner: “I’m sorry ma’am, but we have a strict ‘no pets’ policy in my restaurant.”
Wife: “Uh, I, uh, what? I don’t have a—”
Owner: “Well, according to your talking monkey over here, I can determine who’s a human and who’s not. You bring an animal into my restaurant; I gotta assume it’s your pet.”
(The angry customer storms out. When I left, the owner was giving his description, and copies of security camera footage, to the biggest crowd of police I’ve seen. Apparently it’s a bad idea to not pay your bill at a restaurant that gives free coffee to cops.)
spookigoat:

im still playing the first game dont yell at me

spookigoat:

im still playing the first game dont yell at me

dijonayvevo:

"Remember in 6th grade when you-"

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deadlyskeletonqueen:

When your big meaty claws accidentally make you unfollow someone on mobile

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darkvaatu:

Bye

darkvaatu:

Bye