c-ub:
Justine Lai is painting herself having sex with each US President, in chronological order. She’s up to Ulysses S. Grant (spanking her).
special-snowflake-hall-of-fame:
So awkward.
I walked past a cemetery when I was walking home and like… I’m alive so… yea.
It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a nursing home and like….I’m not old so….yea
It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a river and like….I’m not a fish so….yea
It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a car dealership and like….I’m not an automobile so….yea
It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past the TARDIS and like….I’m not a time lord so….yea

I have been waiting for this little guy to come back on my dash. He dances in sync with any music you play!
He’s dancing to Carry On My Wayward Son. It’s surreal.
AGAIN?! SERIOUSLY FUCK THIS. THIS TOOK UP ANOTHER 2 HOURS OF MY TIME TRYING TO DEFEAT IT. 2 FUCKING HOURS OF MY LIFE I WILL NEVER GET BACK. THIS IS LIKE CASTRATING MY INNER MUSICIAN. I TRIED GREGORIAN CHANTS, AFRICAN TRIBAL DRUMS, AND EVEN THE OLDEST SONG KNOWN TO MAN AND NOTHING FUCKING WORKS. I’M SO DONE WITH THIS SHIT. I’M GOING TO GO QUIT DREAMS NOW.
All I had to do was press play and Make Me Stay by Gold Motel defeated it
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