I am so tempted to write about all the science behind this…
when your teacher assigns an art project and everybody knows you’re an artist
There’s a very drunk man down my street who has been flirting with a tree for twenty minutes now.
He’s on his knees now. I think he’s proposing.
Drunk man currently walking away from the tree, shouting “YOU’RE ALL THE SAME”.
reblogging for dat ass
Holy fuck I didn’t even realise that this was getting notes
I think we need to clone him for future generations.
Why? I’m pretty sure that when Death comes for him, Christopher Lee will be waiting with a knife, and I’m not betting on Death in that fight.
Are you kidding? Mr. Lee and Death are old drinking buddies.
Christopher Lee just stabs Death and there’s a beat before Death goes “HEEEEYYYY how the hell have you been, you old bastard” and hugs him, the knife still buried in his back.