She was no little girl in the dream; she was a wolf, huge and powerful, and when she emerged from beneath the trees in front of them and bared her teeth in a low rumbling growl, she could smell the rank stench of fear from horse and man alike.
Henrik Lundqvist ain’t about that breakaway business, son. - March 28, 2013
There are coyotes in the backyard
The hockey team?
yes they are having a barbecue
in Mavin we don’t say ‘I love you’ we say ‘you’re a piece of shit and I hate you’ and I think that’s beautiful.
how it all ends
when you try to tell someone a joke but you punch up the fuckline
Why, yes, I just found my favourite gif on the interwebz.
I love how in French you don’t really say eighty. You say quatre-vingts. Which means 4 20s.
two kinds of people
I am the only one involved in this post
If your phone gets wet, try putting it in a bag of dry rice. At night, the rice will attract Asians who will fix your electronics for you.