My boyfriend broke up with me and my 80 year old, 5 foot tall, Indian grandmother told me that “there are lots of men…”
I thought she was then going to say “…in the sea” but she said “…they’re like flies” and made a disgusted face.
She hates flies.
I like the sound of your grandmother.
Thank you so much, John Oliver.
this is what i just picked up from the grocery store. it cost $32. Thirty. two. dollars. for 1 pineapple, 2 bags of grapes, a small container of raspberries, 1 soft drink and 2/$1 nuts….
do you know how much junk food i could have for $32? do you have any clue how much McDonald’s you can get for $32?
stop shaming fat people poorer than you or people poorer than you in general for not eating healthier. stop lying about how cheap it is or how it’s comparable to fast food. just stop.
The library just went dead quiet. I’m frightened. Legit looking around for predator.
that’s fucking hardcore
This will never be overshared
As long as I’m avoiding my Russian homework, I’ll share my Jensen op with the world.
When it was my turn for the op, I just said "They’re baaaaaaaaaack~"
He fucking lost it.
Once he stopped laughing, still smiling a stupidly wide smile he asked “What are we gunna do??” “I dunno, what do you want to do with eight bananas?” He tried to grab them all from me. I grabbed one back, because wow rude don’t just grab at my bananas that’s my potassium for the week the nerve of these celebrities I swear to god
Jensen: “Okay, what now?”
"I don’t know what you’re going to do, but I have to make a call…"
He hands them back to me, and I assure him that Clif will keep them safe until he’s done with his ops.
I only regret that when he asked me “What are we gunna do?” I missed the opportunity to say “Go bananas” because, duh. I dropped the ball on that one.
Anyway, Jensen Banackles is back.