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j0hnl0ck3d:

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

I fucking just about died laughing

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dystopiamachine:

dietnutella:

nohomocide:

accent marks and italics can make any word look beautiful

bonèr

Chlàmydîa

gęńìtãl thüñdērštørm

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dudeufugly:

did I ever post this?

Kebab Shop night Heaven!!!

blog entry here

oh and two “new” pics (at least new to me) of an old friend of ours:imageimageI love that moustache and cannot WAIT to see Sherlock hating it!

additionally a wonderful play by play from the bonfire night in Bristol here

actually dying at the moustache 

it’s even better up close

ruinedchildhood:

HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON

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I WAS JUST USING MOBILE TUMBLR IN BED AND I FORGOT THERE’S NO TUMBLR SAVIOR HERE

ALL OF A SUDDEN

ON MY DASH

A WILD FALL SPOILER APPEARS

FFFFFFFFFFFSONOFANUTCRACKER