The existence of a Lunch Lady implies there’s must be a Lunch Lord
The existence of a Lunch Lady implies there’s must be a Lunch Lord
True irony is getting a bandaid covered in sugary treats after an A1C test.
The only time I’ve EVER laughed at the Vilhelm Scream was in season 2 of The Venture Brothers
Catching up on Summer Slam (even though most of it was spoiled for me. Thanks internet) and I have to say, quite sick of my people not winning belts they so rightly deserve.
Many of you didn’t own Jurassic Park cups and it shows
I gotta hand it to the WWE. Really giving off old school vibes these days.
🎸🥁🎤🎼 “They enter your tomb…beginning to feast…crawling on you…now they eat you…rotting maggots…infesting your corpse…parasites of the dead…now dwell in your head” - Cannibal Corpse.
There’s just something about synth-pop that will always make me think of a blonde lady walking a pet tiger by chain down the street in the early hours of darkness
High as hell watching Love After Lockup. Tonight rules.
I’m not white-guy dancing alone in my kitchen while watching Labyrinth. YOU ARE!