Things I Say While I'm Driving

Me: What the fuck are you doing. What. The fuck. Are you doing.

Me: NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.

Me: Why the FUCK are we not even going to speed limit. Why.

Me: I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT

Me: Shit is that a cop? No.

Me: Shit THAT is a cop.

Me: /dinosaur screams/

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officialjeffgoldblum:

clay aiken is running for congress what the fuck what the actual fuck is going on 

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he won his primary because his opponent died like the day afterwards

Clay Aiken is running for congress and he’ll kill to win

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sup-182:

and probably alone

sup-182:

and probably alone

bonusyears:

You know what would be super cool? Emotional stability.

He liked her with long hair so she cut it short. —Word Story by P.P. (via bl-ossomed)

squearnish:

"i don’t need to write that down, i’ll rememb—" 

do NOT

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