WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE LONGHORN STEAKHOUSE BLOG??!?!
COME ON YOU GUYS THIS IS GOLD
IT’S FULL OF STEAK PUNS
MEAT PUNS. SEXUAL MEAT PUNS COME ON.
THEY ARE SASSY
not all the time tho, but it’s still cute
WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS???
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
I AM SO DONE WITH YOU PEOPLE
OMIGOSH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THIS MADE MY YEAR OMG
“Pikachu,” said Pikachu
I just wanted to draw a Vriska.
Last time I drew a single Vriska was 2 months ago. I need to setup up this drawing business.
I can’t decide if
- someone stabbed someone else over a cheeseburger
- someone stabbed someone else with a cheeseburger
- someone stabbed a cheeseburger
- a cheeseburger stabbed someone
- a cheeseburger stabbed another cheeseburger
i’m really gay. like 5 whole gay
These are not chips.
They are crisps.
These are chips.
That is all.
we don’t care
THIS IS A VEGETABLE
BECAUSE WE LIVE IN AMERICA
These are chips
and these are chips too
That is all.
who the fuck cares about chips and fries and vegetables when you can have bagged milk
you win this round, canada.
we com to make hte spagheti
isn’t it upsetting that your future husband is literally alive right now but you just don’t know who he is he could be with a STUPID GIRLFRIENdG ET AWAY FRO YM HUSSBNAD
skinny girl takes photo in underwear = slut
fat girl takes photo in underwear = inspiration to women
finally someone says this
epic post, love the truth and realness of this post.
I actually think all girls are disgusting and they should be taken to an island and have corks or something shoved up their vaginae durring their menstrual cycle
finally someone says this