octopod-hotrod
girlscout:

Look at my arm right there.  You see that?  I got that when I was 18 years old, and I’ll tell you something: I regret it, cause this tattoo don’t come off.  I have a tattoo of a cow’s head because I loved that cheese then.  So I get the cow, and I go in there and I’m a little drunk… and I said, “Gimme that cow head from that cheese, I love that cheese… ” And now I have a cow, a cheese cow on my arm, Brendan.  Don’t get a tattoo, that’s what I’m telling you.  Play soccer.  Brendon, take a look at my chest.  You know what that is right there?  That’s the woman from the Chiquita Banana.  I got that tattooed on my chest.  I am an idiot.  I’ve got trademarked products all over my body.  It’s like going to a market.  Because I was drunk one night.  Don’t live like me.

girlscout:

Look at my arm right there.  You see that?  I got that when I was 18 years old, and I’ll tell you something: I regret it, cause this tattoo don’t come off.  I have a tattoo of a cow’s head because I loved that cheese then.  So I get the cow, and I go in there and I’m a little drunk… and I said, “Gimme that cow head from that cheese, I love that cheese… ” And now I have a cow, a cheese cow on my arm, Brendan.  Don’t get a tattoo, that’s what I’m telling you.  Play soccer.  Brendon, take a look at my chest.  You know what that is right there?  That’s the woman from the Chiquita Banana.  I got that tattooed on my chest.  I am an idiot.  I’ve got trademarked products all over my body.  It’s like going to a market.  Because I was drunk one night.  Don’t live like me.

fuck-you-5sauce
eaoaia:

postmodernism:

I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.

my favorite post of 2013

eaoaia:

postmodernism:

I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.

my favorite post of 2013