This is so appropriate for my feelings this week. Can we all just accept that I’m highly self destructive but incredible lazy and easily discouraged?
I think I’m the only one who gets my brand of humor. (…about sex, sexuality and suicide)
It’s been a rough week but if you’re reading this it means you’re still alive. Or that you have very good internet reception in the afterlife. Either way, this calls for a small celebration:
It’s the small things, y’all.
And now, our weekly wrap-up. Buckle-up, Buttercup.
Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
- Kick-ass stuff I pinned.
- AAAAAAAHHHHH! (That’s my excited scream.)
- I think we’ve all been this drunk. (Victor says this sloth isn’t drunk but I’m pretty sure all sloths are drunk/and or high. That’s why they’re so slow and adorable and why they aren’t allowed to operate heavy machinery.)
- I don’t cook, but I’m willing to make an exception for this.
Shit you should buy or steal because it’s awesome:
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