Wimbly Womblys own goals—from that darkest of times and the strategy-that-shall-not-be-named.
I bought my friend an elephant for their room.
They said “Thank you.”
I said “Don’t mention it.”
Is there a joke here that 15 thousand people get but I don’t?
a comic version of one of the best 2 sentence horror stories
can we just talk about how this always ends up happening somehow
I end up with 10+ tabs all the time
i end up with so many that they don’t even say tumblr they are just little squares.
I am fascinated by how American Premier League fans identify a rooting interest. Free of such obligations as a “local” team to support, the stories are most often full of wonder. The product of a chance exchange student experience in Leicester or a random relative hailing from…