“pineapples” except pronounced like “minneapolis”
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heres a sad jatlas au that me and deltasinclair made up in the car because we like to destroy ourselves in our free time
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THIS IS AN OLD VIDEO BUT ITS THE MOST BRITISH REACTION EVER AND I CANT STOP LAUGHIMG
hahahaha omfg
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BaldDad Toyota
If a girl fucks the same dick 50 times it doesn’t matter.
If a girl fucks 50 different dicks her vagina has stretched into a black hole.
Fuckboi logic knows no bounds.
When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday.
He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.
He eats every deep fried concoction possible.
When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.
Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.
“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”
Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.
Dean takes the bag, mystified.
“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.
did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels
#And Dean turns back and walks back into the gates#He treks up an inclined road until it flattens and curves around#When he reaches his heaven Dean raises a free hand above his head and yells #’SAM#CAS #LOOKIT! PIE!’ (x)
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BROTP FOREVER !!!!!
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