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Laughter provides a good workout for the heart, so click here and laugh!!
“”rawr’ means ‘i love you’ in dinosaur,” said the girl in the rise against t-shirt painting her nails in the back of your high school english class. you laugh at her. years later, when the pterodactyls return to eradicate humanity, you wish you had remembered her translation advice. she will…
I wish I could go to Hogwarts!
I wish I could go to Camp Half-Blood!
I wish I could travel in the TARDIS!
Never.
i was expecting like a cat but mY GOD
OH MY GOD THIS IS THE SAME GIRL WHO POSTED
Beatles Autographs
They’re both texting someone right now saying ‘some weird guy next to me is wearing the same thing as me.’
I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from
That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.
I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?
oh my god i am dying
in england it’s not about winning it’s about not coming last