July112014

kenerics:

who the fuck is snapchatting in the serenghetti

(Source: hippopotalust, via imluvnit)

10PM
hungry-humanlike-fallen-angel:

theangelwiththewormstache:

castiels-celestiel-dick:

memeguy-com:

Donut store explains social media

Tumblr - here’s a picture of a donut, reblogged with a gif that somehow pertains to supernatural



Oh my god.

hungry-humanlike-fallen-angel:

theangelwiththewormstache:

castiels-celestiel-dick:

memeguy-com:

Donut store explains social media

Tumblr - here’s a picture of a donut, reblogged with a gif that somehow pertains to supernatural

Oh my god.

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July92014

Lol

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7PM

Lmao

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July82014
Ty’s Tuesday Tumblr Tale
(Where I find a random photo on Tumblr and write a story behind it, all stories are fake) 
I brought everyone together to celebrate my company going live. It has been a long trip, but with the help of a couple of investors we will be in every box store before the end of 2015. I owe it all to my team, through thick and thin. Our stock will be opening tomorrow with a price of $42.22 american, and already predicted to raise to 72 by year end. However the expiation of a new headquarters, our team will move from just under 1000 employs to over 5000. 
"Thank you all for joining tonight, I appreciate everyone that is here, and am looking forward to where we are going as a company."
I kiss my wife and walk back into the crowd. The music started to raise every step I take into the crowd. 
I walked over to the edge of the bar, Jack, my right hand man came walking up, wanted to speak to me in private. He has been there more than anyone in my life, over the last year we have gotten very close. 
We escape into a side room off of the main space, he shows me the screen to his tablet. 
"This is going to be tomorrows headline, if we don’t pay a half a million dollars" Jack says in a soft but worried tone of voice.
"WHAT, how do they even know, do they have proof?"
Jack scrolls down the page, “The main photo is at the factory we went to see early April.” 
"This is going to ruin tomorrow’s stock price, utterly leaving us in the dust. Did you dispose of the trail, the hotels, expenses?"
"I did what I could, but I can’t stop this, the person who wrote it has photograph evidence that span the last year," Jack replied. 
"Fucking christ," I swallow the rest of my champagne glass. 
"I know a lot of our investors are very conservative."
I cut him off, “Yeah they fucking are, this will ruin everything, my life’s work. Pay them, get rid of it all right now. And then hire a private detective and get as much dirt on this,” I look down at the screen, “Daren Cook.” 
Jack cuffs my arm, I look away from him out at the skyline of Chicago, “Go clean this situation up right now, I’ll see you later.”
Jack walked to the door, “Room 204,” he smiles. 
I shake my head up and down. 
Just outside a side door that was opened a crack to the room we were in, was my wife, a face full of tears, struck by what she predicted all along. 

Ty’s Tuesday Tumblr Tale

(Where I find a random photo on Tumblr and write a story behind it, all stories are fake) 

I brought everyone together to celebrate my company going live. It has been a long trip, but with the help of a couple of investors we will be in every box store before the end of 2015. I owe it all to my team, through thick and thin. Our stock will be opening tomorrow with a price of $42.22 american, and already predicted to raise to 72 by year end. However the expiation of a new headquarters, our team will move from just under 1000 employs to over 5000. 

"Thank you all for joining tonight, I appreciate everyone that is here, and am looking forward to where we are going as a company."

I kiss my wife and walk back into the crowd. The music started to raise every step I take into the crowd. 

I walked over to the edge of the bar, Jack, my right hand man came walking up, wanted to speak to me in private. He has been there more than anyone in my life, over the last year we have gotten very close. 

We escape into a side room off of the main space, he shows me the screen to his tablet. 

"This is going to be tomorrows headline, if we don’t pay a half a million dollars" Jack says in a soft but worried tone of voice.

"WHAT, how do they even know, do they have proof?"

Jack scrolls down the page, “The main photo is at the factory we went to see early April.” 

"This is going to ruin tomorrow’s stock price, utterly leaving us in the dust. Did you dispose of the trail, the hotels, expenses?"

"I did what I could, but I can’t stop this, the person who wrote it has photograph evidence that span the last year," Jack replied. 

"Fucking christ," I swallow the rest of my champagne glass. 

"I know a lot of our investors are very conservative."

I cut him off, “Yeah they fucking are, this will ruin everything, my life’s work. Pay them, get rid of it all right now. And then hire a private detective and get as much dirt on this,” I look down at the screen, “Daren Cook.” 

Jack cuffs my arm, I look away from him out at the skyline of Chicago, “Go clean this situation up right now, I’ll see you later.”

Jack walked to the door, “Room 204,” he smiles. 

I shake my head up and down. 

Just outside a side door that was opened a crack to the room we were in, was my wife, a face full of tears, struck by what she predicted all along. 

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10AM
July62014

foreveralone-lyguy:

foreveralone-lyguy:

Who the hell invented the word “smexy” and what the fuck does the letter m in it even stand for

image

thanks

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July52014

unsuccessfulmetalbenders:

image

DAPHNE WHO THE FUCK U THINK U FOOLIN 

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10AM
When I saw this, I saw vintage as a tag name and the first that popped into my head was “there is an app for that now”

When I saw this, I saw vintage as a tag name and the first that popped into my head was “there is an app for that now”

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sad 

10AM

People with pools don’t swim in pools and people without pools want pools

People with money don’t swim in rooms of money, but people who are poor wish that they could swim in rooms of money