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Dude. This means that your name and address could have been in Dumbledore’s office.
How do you think he knew where to send the Hogwarts acceptance letter? Magic?
reblogging for the A+ comment
BINGO
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Canadian Screen Awards 2014 (x)
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ob meme || [29/7] funny moments
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ok please watch this vid of my perfect former street cat eat. will not disappoint I promise.
it’s just shoveling food into its mouth
this cat is actually a cat I would probably like(via jessthatawesome)
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NOW THE NIGHTMARE’S REAL
NOW DOCTOR HORRIBLE IS HERE
TO MAKE YOU QUAKE WITH FEAR
TO MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD KNEEL
AND I WON’T FEEL
a thing
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In which my dad learns about purses and jeans sizes.
My dad: Your sister's crazy. Who'd want a $200 purse? Me: She does. My dad: What is it with ladies purses, anyway? Me: (glancing at my purse) What do you mean? My dad: How did that start--I mean, why do women use them? Doesn't it get tiring carrying a bag around all the time? Me: (stands up and turns around) See those pockets? My dad: ... Yes? Me: What can I fit in them? My dad: What? Me: How many things do you think I could fit in my pockets? Honestly. How many things? My dad: Doesn't look like you could fit much. Me: A pack of Orbit, some folded bills, and that's about it. That's why we use purses--because we can't carry our shit in our pockets like you do. My dad: But I can fit my wallet, my keys, and my cigarettes in my pockets! Me: And your jeans also fit the way they should. My dad: I'm almost afraid to ask, but what do you mean? Me: Your jeans are sized by, what, your inseam and waist, right? My dad: ... Aren't yours? Me: I'm a size 3. My dad: 3 what? Me: No, just a 3. A size 3. My dad: What does that mean? Me: I actually have no idea. I'm a size 3 in these jeans. In some other jeans, I'm a 5. I'm a 7 in my favorite pair of shorts. My dad: Wait, it's not the same? Me: Nope. A size 3 in one brand's jeans is completely different from a size 3 in another brand. My dad: That's fucking stupid! How do you shop for them?! Me: With great difficulty. This is why when you ask me what I did during the week and despite the fact I know you won't care I sometimes tell you I found a pair of jeans. Because finding a pair of jeans that fit and fit well is like finding the Holy Grail with your name encrusted in diamonds on it -
last night i was absentmindedly toying with something on the kitchen counter while i was on the computer and when i looked down i realized it was a cockroach. i was petting it. i was petting a cockroach and the cockroach was sitting there probably really enjoying it. we had a moment. you know that thing of when two straight guys accidentally do something gay and then they freak out when they realize whats happening well it was exactly like that
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