Look, if you nicely tell me that swearing makes you uncomfortable and you politely ask me not to, I will stop immediately and speak nicer than a nun.
But if you start acting like you’re on some fucking high horse, or telling me that I’m going to Hell for talking the way that I do and you can’t “be around that kind of language” then you can bet your motherfuckin’ ass that I’ll be fucking cussing like a cunt-fuckin’ sailor you maggot-ridden piece of dick.
It’s been done so many times, but I love pokemon way too much, so xover! … =_= so sleepy…
reblogging again. I love the idea of Pokemon not evolving at a level, or an age, but when they evolve because they’re needed
Ooh this is cool
anus:
when you meet someone who hasnt seen mean girls
partybarackisinthehousetonight:
pro tip: fill the piñata with absolutely nothing to prepare your kids for the letdowns of adulthood


