Reblogged from Barely A Virgo
I haven’t played in a while. And I got a new mic. So here’s some Death Cab. Forgive me being rusty.
Argument I heard on the bus
- Guy 1: no, niggah, gay bros can raise babies. Look at that warthog motherfucker and that ferret thing that raised Simba. And that niggah became king of motherfucking Africa.
Reblogged from No Love Hoe .
Do you. bite your thumb. at us, sir? I do bite. my thumb, sir. DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT US, SIR? Is the law of our side, if I say ay? No. NO, SIR, I DO NOT BITE MY THUMB AT YOU, SIR, BUT I BITE MY THUMB, SIR. DO YOU QUARREL, SIR? QUARREL SIR! NO, SIR.
Why does this have so many notes.
Do you know who William Shakespeare is
Reblogged from diamond in the rough.
Reblogged from Raw Raging Thoughts
In the Sims, you don’t say, “I love you.” You say, “Habadu bashubi,” which roughly translates to, “I cannot move because there is furniture in the way.” I think that’s absolutely beautiful.
i kahging so hrd righ tnow
THIS EXPLAINS THE SIMS PERFECTLY
Reblogged from Barely A Virgo
you don’t know pain or agony until you’ve lost to the same boss fight more than 3 times
and then you have the unskippable cutscene dialogue memorized, so you start repeating it in a mocking, angry voice
Reblogged from Chimerical Night
Reblogged from do not let us start
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