My baby brother’s first girlfriend recently confessed to thinking they were actually a boy. I asked my brother if this bothered him. His response was:
“Well, yeah. If I had have known they were a boy when we were going out, I would have said I had a boyfriend, not a girlfriend.”
He was ten.
This only further proves that Hoosiers have a pact with Death. Death comes to Indiana when they need a break and a Hoosier takes their place. The current Death Temp is the owner of a Jimmy John’s franchise in Crawfordsville.
This comic I made over a year ago, but I’ve touched it up since and I’m happy to share it on tumblr C: while I’ve improved immensely since I made this, I’m still really proud of myself for making it.
ps. this was during a stage in my art where I was a little texture heavy, heh heh
WHILE I’M ECSTATIC ABOUT THE AVAODIN IN THIS UPDATE I’M ALSO CONCERNED THAT AVA MIGHT ACCIDENTALLY BURN ODIN’S HAND OFF
"When I got my first cat, it changed me. There is something about holding a cat that makes your anger melt away. And if someone does something that upsets me—I have to remember my cat. I can’t keep my cat if I get into trouble.”
"I asked if Major Cabanaw had concerns for the safety of the cats. “Of course, we always want to ensure the safety of the cats, and the staff is great about keeping an eye out for them. But mostly, it’s the offenders keeping them safe. I have never once seen an offender kill his own cat. We screen them to be sure they have no history of animal abuse. But I’ll tell you this, there was a guy killed in here because he had spit soda pop onto someone else’s cat.”"
Cats now control the prisons. They now have an army.
Friends don’t let friends scratch their helmets
HE FUCKIIN SAVED HIM FROM BREAKIN HIS NECK
ill never not reblog this
Running into closeted homosexuals from high school at the gay club