So my mum likes to tell this story of when I played the angel Gabriel in a nativity play. Apparently I was about 7 and while I was meant to be standing all serene and angelic in the background, I got into some kind of fist fight with another angel.
My mum calls it an embarrassment.
I call it committing to the role
The best kind of alcohol is a lot.
sometimes you just need to lay on the floor and do nothing for three years
#what if this is what really happens when mermaids/sirens take men into the water? #what if they like really want to love them and be with them but they know they themselves can’t survive on land #so they bring the guys into the water in the hopes that they turn into mermen #but they just die
"A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.”
—William Butler Yeats
This is how the parents should react in horror films.
Hey, that last one is just plain wrong. Hats are against dress code.
why the f*ck is your first floor the second floor
Because your first floor is an amazing thing called the ground floor
SHE WAS NOWHERE NEAR HIS MOUTH
No wonder she looks so happy.
He was going for his waist before Altivo interrupted.
Not only did they get crunk but the second they smoked a… special cigar, this shit started happening:
Don’t get me started on El Dorado.
oh my god