How is sponge bob a sponge if everyone in his family are chocolate chip cookies
fucking rich white people laughing at how poverty is some diet they should try
The thing that irritates me most is that people fucking think that. Yeah if you didn’t notice it’s cheaper to eat fucking Mac and cheese instead of preparing a meal full of things that are actually good for you. So unless you work out like a beast then no you would not fucking look fabulous bitch.
what’s a booty call?
OMG IF YOU DON’T REBLOG I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU I MEAN EVERYBODY NEEDS THIS ON THEIR BLOG LIKE SERIOUSLY OMG KJSDAF VKJSD AHFJKR HFKJE
HOLY OMG I CANT I CANT
LETS NOT BREAK THE FUCKING POST BUT OMG DIS CAT
I’m writing the introduction of my book right now… and ironically I’ve left the “first” for last. I just can’t think of a good way to begin this thing… or justify it rather? Is that what an introduction is doing?
Anyway, I was just curious if you had any thoughts on explaining what “My Drunk Kitchen” is all about… Or what it means to you…Please feel free to comment! Just know that if you do so I may or may not quote you in the opening of the book.
I hope this is how you reply, because god do I not understand tumblr. I think MDK is all about constantly striving to be a better you, and always being positive in some way. If being a better you for the day means having a glass of wine (or a bottle). Either way, MDK is just about being yourself and enjoying you for what you are. I also think that MDK is just about enjoying your life and making the best of it. If you think about it you never follow recipes exactly when you do them, you kind of just make it up and have fun with it and if you don’t have the necessary ingredients your basically just make it up. And lets be real, that is life. Nobody fucking knows what they are doing, they just make it up as they go along. But that is what I get from MDK.
Grace: “Second of all, I wanna say, second of all, I think contestant number 1 pooted so hard I’m dyslexic.”
Hannah: “I hear you. I’m listening.”
Mamrie: “Me, too. I was, like, did she just detraf? And then I was, like, that’s ‘farted’ backwards. I’m fucking dyslexic now.”
This was probably my favorite part of the show. I died.
STARS. THE FINAL EXPLORE-Y PLACE. THESE ARE THE TRIP THINGS OF THE SPACEBOAT ENTERPIPES. ITS FIVE YEAR JOB THINGY: TO HANG OUT IN STRANGE NEW PLACES, TO HAVE DINNER WITH ALIENS AND SHIT, TO VAGUELY WANDER IN THAT DIRECTION LIKE NO ONE HAS DONE BEFORE.
to vaguely wander in that direction