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the-chibster:

shiksa-feminista:

riningear:

Pompeii 
(pitched to different “gender”)

Sorry for low-tier quality, I just really wanted to hear what this would sound like. 

HOLY FUCK

Wow what I didn’t expect that

lynneh9:

space girlfrans

lynneh9:

space girlfrans

artdumpling:

lawebloca:

[video]

Her booty got me like

artdumpling:

lawebloca:

[video]

Her booty got me like

macintush:

you’re not ready to watch this video

vinebox:

Kidz Bop be like

Oooo fuck

cardonery:

jrdyn:

honestly what the hell

OH NO

elicrotch:

v0ciferation:

checks grades

*bastille voice* how am i gonna be an optimist about this

well if you close your eyes

throh:

falloutnewvegans:

australian-government:

john green have had enough of your shit

please

it’s a metaphor. you give the bad writer a movie contract but you don’t let him screen it.

throh:

falloutnewvegans:

australian-government:

john green have had enough of your shit

please

it’s a metaphor. you give the bad writer a movie contract but you don’t let him screen it.

Wake Up & Escape from the Citadel (480p)

stupidswampwitch:

masooood:

safeidgul:

Why can’t there be a male hooter’s equivalent where male servers are shirtless and highly sexualized for their bodies and looks

Male Strip clubs. You’re thinking of male strip clubs.

No. Not a male strip club. A strip club is a strip club. I want a place called Cahones where waiters wear Speedos and are forced to stuff if they don’t fill out their uniform well enough. I want them to giggle for my tips. I want it to be so normalised and engrained in our culture that women bring their daughters there for lunch (because whaaaaaat the wings are good! Geeze sensitive much?) where they’ll give playful little nudges like, “Wouldn’t mind if you dad had those. Heh heh heh.” that their daughters don’t even understand but will absorb and start to assume is just the normal way grown up women talk about grown up men. I want to playfully ask my waiter if I can have extra nuts on my salad and for him to swat my arm with an Oh, you because he knows if he doesn’t his manager will yell at him. I want other men to pretend to like going there so I think they’re cool. I want to go to Cahones during my lunch break at work and when I come back and tell the other women in the office where I went they chuckle slightly and the men around us suddenly feel self conscious and they don’t know why.

the-uterus:

One reason why I love David Mitchell (x)