April 2009
48 posts
Tumblr just added its its own Favrd. Look to the right side of the Dashboard for "Popular Stuff." You're welcome. Or, I'm sorry.
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No. No. No.
Quick, everybody make a vow with me to not look at it. Please don’t look at it. Don’t do it. It’s like fucking Candyman or something. If you click the “most popular” page the favrd cock is going to fly out of your tumblr and eat your soul.
If it hasn’t already done that.
He already did that. That cock is such a pig.. it’s no wonder he’s getting to people.
Hey... Everybody...
No matter WHAT you do, do NOT post a picture of Moby.
No.
Matter.
What.
I knew you guys could be trusted with something this important.
No fear. You can trust everyone you meet on the internet.
Play
Play
Play
“Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy.” - Ludwig van Beethoven
This is my favorite joke. My dad told it to me when I was 12. I have been re-telling it ever since.
Bob and Martha have been married for 15 years. Every morning for 15 years, Bob wakes up, farts loudly, rolls over onto his back and gets up for work.
Every morning for 15 years, Martha says, “One of these days, you’re gonna fart your guts out!”
One Thanksgiving morning, Martha is preparing the turkey and gets an idea. Before her husband gets up, she creeps upstairs and places the turkey innards in his pajama bottoms, giggling to herself.
Well, later that morning, Bob wakes up and goes through his morning ritual. He screams as he goes running into the
bathroom. Martha laughs, but is concerned after noticing that Bob has been in the bathroom for almost an hour.
She runs upstairs, and is about to knock on the door, when Bob opens up, pale as a ghost. He says, “You were right. You were right. I did fart my guts out, but by the grace of God and these two fingers I got them back up there again.”(via)
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