I WOULD DATE YOU SO HARD, AND THEN MARRY THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.
THEN RAISE THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KIDS!
AND GIVE YOU ALL THE MOTHERFUCKING LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU’D EVER FUCKING NEED.
AND PAY THE HELL OUT OF THAT FUCKING MORTGAGE.
AND THEN WHEN THE GUTTERS ARE CLOGGED I’LL GET UP THAT…
It’s okay kitten, I too have been that drunk
OH my GOD
why is no-one willing to sell him a special kitten straw for $19.95
Plus shipping and handling.
I can think of a person or two I feel this way about.
Shut up. I needed a kitten stealing a pancake on my blog.
Honestly, if you don’t need a kitten stealing a pancake on your blog, it had better be because you already have a kitten stealing a pancake on your blog.
That’s not even a valid reason
Knowing what you want and going for it: about 80% of success in life, right there.
Only reblogging because I don’t already have a kitten stealing a pancake on my blog.
I’ve gone too long without a kitten and a pancake on my blog
Well, hell, I need a kitten stealing a pancake on my blog too.
When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.