How much I liked a class in high school depended so much on the teacher. 
I suddenly remembered all those classes (the ones I liked) where the teacher passed around the muster sheet with all the students names on it and the teacher would ask to write down our name on it if deferred from the one on there. Usually this was because those names were often misspelled but teacher would also say if we “went by another name” they would go by that name when mustering. More often than not this was a nickname but a few times it wasn’t. And that gives me fond memories.

*shaves legs*
yes smoooth
*wears pants*

blasianxbri:

ghdos:

honeydewhearts:

20daysofjune:

videohall:

Porky Pig’s speech pattern deconstructed.

BRUH

:O that was amazing

I always thought they were just random sounds. That’s kind of mind-blowing.

I’m over this man for making it seem so simple lol

godtie:

it’s really funny bc like listening to english majors talk about their classes or projects theyre really articulate and they use complex words and stuff and it’s very prestigious sounding and then you listen to science majors and if theyre just talking amongst themselves it sounds more like “yeah i put the compound in the thing and honestly i was hoping for a little boom but all i got was a sizzle i dont know what i did wrong.”

thegestianpoet:

stopitsgingertime:

MY ALARM GOES OFF SO I ROLL OVER AND CHECK MY PHONE AND MY AMERICAN GODS GOOGLE ALERT HAS DELIVERED THIS BOUNTY UNTO ME????????

AM I STILL FUCKING DREAMING, I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER SEE THE GODDAMN DAY, BRYAN FULLER YOU ARE MAKING MY WILDEST DREAMS COME TRUE ONE CARNIVOROUS VAGINA AT A TIME

I don’t even know shit about American Gods but both of these headlines are GOLD