Trojan Condoms, 1993
BRING THIS BACK, TROJAN.
Good advertising is good. Promotes safe sex and their own product!
sassy trojan, damn. i like
WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT SCREW, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD
easy there henry
whos henry what theh eck?
*faint laughter from Britian*
Okay but my absolute favourite headcanon is that Josh tricks Donna into sitting in with Jed for one of his trivia sessions because he thinks it will be hilarious and of course she LOVES it and four hours later Josh appears at the door all tentative like “I kind of need my assistant back, sir” and Jed and Donna are both like “No.”
#twisted #art #punk #tattoo #Disney #sketch #snowwhite
i need to sleep now, because tomorrow it’s friday and i want to get to work early so i can go home early and actually experience and enjoy summer rather than hear about it and see it through the windows. so tomorrow afternoon it’s gonna be me, some fruit and perhaps an icecream, in the park, sunbathing and listening to music. but that means i have to sleep nownownow so i’ll be able to rise and shine at five-ish am.
but why does sirius black have prison tattoos in the prisoner of azkaban movie? is there a strong prison culture in azkaban? did he find a non death eater or two to bond with? he literally has tattoos on each of his fingers what did he do over those 12 years do they have movie nights and crazy high jinx involving contraband what exactly happens in azkaban
orange is the new sirius black
from now on, whenever anybody doubts marvel casting ill just show them this
My dad the comic book expert said they made Fury look like Samuel L Jackson with his permission in the comic book. So when they made the movie, guess who they had to go find? Samuel L Jackson.
if it’s late enough and you’re lonely enough, the carly rae jepsen lyric “before you came into my life i missed you so bad” starts seeming increasingly deep and emotionally complex
3:02 AM and this fucking lyric looks like fucking nietzsche
stare into the abyss and the abyss will call you maybe
It was a warm summer evening and I found myself in a friend’s garden, we had decided to throw a barbecue. We were talking, catching up, probably drinking beer/cider, and waiting for the last ones to arrive. It was a great summer’s night, I remember. Then our last friend arrived, apologised for being late but blamed it for getting stuck in front of the tv, watching the coverage of what happened in Norway. Apparently someone had set off a bomb in the government’s quarters in Oslo, and something was happening at an island as well. We didn’t stay on the subject for long, but the next day it was clear what had happened and its consequences.
8 dead and around 200 injured.
And then Anders Behring Breivik had gone to Utøya, where AUF (the youth division of the Norwegian Labour Party) arranged its summer camp, and went on a killing spree. He shot and killed teenagers as young as 14 years old, because of their political views. Unbelievable.
69 people died and more than a hundred injured.
But it was a warm summer night and we were having a nice time, happy and totally oblivious of what was happening in our neighbouring country.
It was July 22. Three years ago today. Sometimes it feels like, well, three years ago, but today it’s been on my mind constantly. I’m still shocked, I’m still disgusted Breivik, and for the umpteenth time today the tears run down my face.
when books make you cry like fuck you book you’re a stack of paper