January 2012
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When I was 6 years old →
the-absolute-funniest-posts:
now:
Only food can ease my depression.
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My favourite euphemism for TP is "poo tickets".
Assorted sea creatures, boats, flowers, leaves, clouds - even cute little Labrador puppies.
I mean, it’s not like my starfish wants another starfish staring back at it, and frankly, wiping my bum with a puppy just makes me feel like a jerk (especially when the dog has its tongue out).
So riddle me this, creatures of the Tumblverse: why does toilet paper come with designs printed on it?
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Derp.
No one likes to admit they’re wrong. No one. If someone says they do enjoy being wrong, then they are wrong and should have sand thrown in their face.
Uh, there was a point to this.
Hmm.
Oh. Right.
There seem to be a lot of messages-to-your-sixteen-year old-self floating around on my dashboards/news feeds lately. Most people seem to enjoy telling past-them what not to do. I figured...
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