do that dance

moth-3:

I’m an anime blog now go fuck yourselves

me too. i don’t blog any anime stuff i just happen to be inside of a giant sex-mech while i make all of my posts. i really wish i had gotten fingers instead of giant robotic tele-dildos, i guess that’s why i’m on tumblr though.

highfivesforcoolguys:

My name’s Ben and sometimes i post stuff on my blog. Most of the time the stuff i post is hella dumb.

my name’s ben and i’m a benaholic. i can’t stop drinking myself

My name’s Ben and…
Me, Ben. (via highfivesforcoolguys)

twippyfan:

In the late 19th century, when men retired to the smoking room after dinner to smoke cigars, they had diversions while doing so. While “French postcards” did exist (their version of pornography), there is enough well smoked obscene meerschaum out there to indicate this was also preferred.

While this is nothing by our standards it would have been very risqué at the time and never smoked in public. Note the Tawdry down turned stocking that actually shows “flesh” 

i’m tired of peeling old doughnuts out of my underwear every morning. i get it, i’m fat. please stop calling me dough-dick

ooooorin:

!!!!!

who is this giant man? who are these tiny ladies?

ooooorin:

!!!!!

who is this giant man? who are these tiny ladies?

my uncle just invited me to join linkedin. i’m quitting the internet. it was nice knowing you guys

fatfook:

reblog this post if you would take a bullet for chocolate milk

wildwaterkingdom:

a real commercial that just aired on television 

eats-and-treats:

Tuna Sandwich by melley mey on Flickr.

not too much tuna

eats-and-treats:

Tuna Sandwich by melley mey on Flickr.

not too much tuna

at a pool party

vayena:

"hey bukowski no offense but why dont you take your shirt off in the pool"
"why do we run from the rain but soak in tubs full of water"
"aight take it easy man"

that cop is a fucking punk! *a crust punk with a police badge cuffs me and throws me to the ground*

i’m too hard for this site. I regularly turn into stone reading some of your posts, but as soon as i see a bootypic i immediately turn into pudding. basically what i’m saying is if you wanna hang out with me you better bring a pickaxe and a pudding spoon.