NOOOO!!! WHY DID I EAT SO MANY GODDAMN CUPCAKES?!
Call me Benjamin Button one more time and I’ll make you turn the other cheek.
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“Listen up, brotha! No tomb can hold Christ the Destroyer! After three days, I am BACK! And I’m looking at YOU, Ultimate Warrior! I’m comin’ for ya! You’d better say your prayers and eat your vitamins, because there’s no hiding from The Lord of the Ring! YOU. ME. WRESTLEMANIA. STEEL CAGE. It’s ON, brotha! OOOHHHH YEAHHHH! WOOOOO!”
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I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly
I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly
I don’t think you’re ready for this
‘Cause my booty’s too Bubblicious for ya, babe
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Apparently Eugene Mirman is the son of god? Go figure. My money would have been on John Hodgman.
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Hey.
Hey, Mary.
Hey.
Hey.
Why the long face?
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Just a little off the top and taper the sides, please.
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After a few years, the bathing of Christ became suuuuuper awkward.
This is in an art book I have and omfg i can’t stop laughing at it
“St. Nicholas Refusing His Mother’s Milk” is the title. The artist isn’t known.
This makes the act of leaving milk out for St. Nick just a liiiiiitle bit Freudien, doesn’t it? YOU’RE ALL SICK.
