don’t send me snapchats from something i wasn’t invited to you rude ass bitch
what the hell’s a laker
i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”
I will never, ever, not reblog this.
ye olde trumpets - a skacore mix by ME
tracklist: good thing - reel big fish / 1-800-alarm-me - the arrogant sons of bitches / the rascal king - the mighty mighty bosstones / under 21 - save ferris / point/counterpoint - streetlight manifesto / if only - goldfinger / vándalo - ska-p / shining on - big d and the kids table / kid dynamite - lightyear / somewhere in the between - streetlight manifesto / rocketrocketrocketship - the arrogant sons of bitches / time bomb - rancid / i’m not cryin for you - save ferris / five finger discount - choking victim / superman - goldfinger / i don’t love you anymore - bomb the music industry!
You see Spongebob,
It’s a metaphor. You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but never give it the power to kill you.
Fandoms: The Muppet Show/Hell’s Kitchen
“‘Bork bork,’ said the Swedish Chef, huskily. His hands caressed the lapels of Gordon’s chef jacket, teasing. Though the Swedish Chef’s eyes were obscured by his caterpillar brows, Gordon knew he would see longing in them.”
we need to all put aside our differences and work together to make sure adam sandler isn’t alive anymore