All I know is, it’s damn hard to do my job with Mike Nelson and Kevin Murphy making fun of everything that comes out of my damn mouth! Hey — I’m trying here! DON’T YOU SAY THAT I SURE AM TRYING! THAT’S NOT FUNNY!
I guess my job now is being flung through half the buildings in Metropolis.
I just got an internship at Google then hired.
I investigate crime scenes? Cool!
I am Iron Man
I am Iron Man.
I’m an amoral old-timey reporter. Neato.
I am, I am Superman.
I am… a teenage girl destined to go through great peril to rescue the baby brother she foolishly wished away while trying to tear her eyes away from the villain’s extremely tight pants.
I am a well oiled child scaring machine. (I could take away the fact that at the end they are meant to make them laugh, but I rather be scarey.)
….the last movie I watched was the titanic…woww!
I CALL BEING JACK
OH MY GOD I AM SUPERMAN
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Okay, so I’ve got an entire binder full of empty paper that I am going to fill with Tumblr blogs. Everyone who reblogs this will have their URL written in here in this little binder.
When it’s full, I’ll take suggestions of what to do with it!
So I want you guys to help reblog this and help fill this thing up. I think it’ll be pretty cool, no?
I’ll keep you updated with the number of URLs written in here, too.
(Source: bruisedbottoms, via lostin-a-baddream)
A friendly reminder that this exists.
this. is. amazing.
I usually don’t take pictures of strangers and post them online but…
Today at Target this lady was being dragged by her two sons into the toy aisle and since I was looking at Transformers I happened to see them go by. These boys were REALLY excited about something and I wasn’t sure what, so out of curiosity I peeked around the “boy’s aisle” and….
They were grabbing tons of different dolls and accessories and begging their mom for them and what she told them was priceless.
She didn’t say no because they were boys who wanted “girl’s toys”….she said,
“You already have Ariel, don’t you want someone else?”
And one of the boys just kept yelling how Ariel was his favorite.
Their mom was just so frustrated and exhausted like they must beg her for princess toys all the time and they probably have so many back at home and I’m sorry but that’s just adorable ;w;
That’s like this one time I was in the toy aisle at Wal-Mart and this lady and her son walked past me, and I heard her mumble something about Monster High dolls, and her son got really excited about them. So, they walked past this one doll and he made grabby hands at it and you know what his mom said? “That’s a knock-off toy, you want the real thing don’t you?”
And I just thought it was utterly priceless because it’s like, “good job, mom, no generic toys for your child.”