Insane Ramblings From a Person Called Boccs

becuzbacon:

she is petrified and so am i

I’m sure there’s a porno with the same name somewhere. 

Dog toys have certainly gone in a whole new direction…

Dog toys have certainly gone in a whole new direction…

sixpenceee:

You ready to die tonight? 

So what you’re saying is that colorblind people are immune to murder.  

ilikeyellowbananas:

pizza-omelette:

you’re such an ass catdad

Ohmygod this is hilarious

Catdad lays out life exactly how it is. 

I didn’t know I needed this picture in my life but now that it’s here I feel so much more complete.  

I didn’t know I needed this picture in my life but now that it’s here I feel so much more complete.  

Alright, tumblr, level with me.  What’s up with the whole lowercase to capitalized letters in the middle of a word?  I get that you’re supposed to be really excited, can’t even, are so done with this website, or literally dying but can’t you at least capitalize your entire word?  Am I expected to believe you accidentally made it half way through a six letter word before hitting the capslock to finish?

Seriously, who made this a popular trend?  It’s getting out of hand.

jean-claude-van-dong:

thatfunnyblog:

that is the face of someone who has been deeply betrayed.

Nah, it’s the face of someone who’s had this happen too many times, it’s the face of resignation to the inevitable, he has given up. It is the face of one who remembers the embarrassment of the first, and the futile rage of endless repetition. He was broken, even before he was built, and now he stares, an accusation, not his, but our own, for letting this happen.

All I see is the next Rowan Atkinson.  Look at that expression.  You can feel the sarcasm building to dangerous levels. 

jean-claude-van-dong:

thatfunnyblog:

that is the face of someone who has been deeply betrayed.

Nah, it’s the face of someone who’s had this happen too many times, it’s the face of resignation to the inevitable, he has given up. It is the face of one who remembers the embarrassment of the first, and the futile rage of endless repetition. He was broken, even before he was built, and now he stares, an accusation, not his, but our own, for letting this happen.

All I see is the next Rowan Atkinson.  Look at that expression.  You can feel the sarcasm building to dangerous levels. 

jetn:

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*prepares party popper*


*nervously shakes the party popper*


*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*


*has a wonderful night with the party popper*


*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck

This is beautiful and horrible at the same time and more people need to know of it.

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*

*nervously shakes the party popper*

*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*

*has a wonderful night with the party popper*

*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.

Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.

"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck

This is beautiful and horrible at the same time and more people need to know of it.

redtorturedsoul:

Love this gif. Don’t necessarily agree with it though.

Cockblocked by Christ.
…I feel like I could put that on t-shirts.

redtorturedsoul:

Love this gif. Don’t necessarily agree with it though.

Cockblocked by Christ.

…I feel like I could put that on t-shirts.