I need images of the worst dudes you can think of

mattgorman:

Preferably, text free.

A pregnant Florida woman…
I mean, you know that can’t end well. 
How Ammo are YOU?
catagator:

Didn’t even get to close the search string before I was told I was wrong. 

Holy shit, that is really what happens! I just tried it. That is MESSED up.

catagator:

Didn’t even get to close the search string before I was told I was wrong. 

Holy shit, that is really what happens! I just tried it. That is MESSED up.

Dogs, man.

Dogs, man.

bestrooftalkever:

annicka:

believeinrecovery:

A little table to how to get rid of all that negative self-talk. We have to learn look at the good in situations too, instead of dwelling on things we can’t change- because you know what? We may not be able to change what is happening but we CAN change how we view it! 

heck yeah!

yeah this is cheesy but it’s something really worth striving for.

Everything is the worst. : At least it can’t get any worse.

laughterkey:

geardrops:

dodie-snk:

HE’S SO STUPID HE CAN’T SCRATCH HIMSELF WITHOUT FALLING DOWN THAT’S CUTE

oh no

oh no.

oh yes.

The look she gives Cowell when he X’s her is the best thing I’ve ever seen. She’s like, watch this, bitch.

The look she gives Cowell when he X’s her is the best thing I’ve ever seen. She’s like, watch this, bitch.

sdotmarymartha:

Eating potato chips while heating up potato patties: quality decision making.

This post is laughterkey-approved.

You sure about that?

fire-dad:

jhrmn:

today is a dogboarding kind of day

I forgot how majestic this was

Yes.

The stages of love, told through illicit substance abuse

Stage 1: Crack. The brush of an arm, the anticipation of something completely new and frightening. A rush of adrenaline that makes you both hyper-conscious of your surroundings and lost in the intimate moment at the same time.

Stage 2: Cocaine. You start dating. You can’t get through dessert before rushing home to have ridiculous monkey sex all night long. You say everything running through your head at all times, and there’s a lot going on up there. It’s exhausting and exhilarating and feels like it could last forever.

Stage 3: Marijuana. It doesn’t last forever. But it starts to feel like it might sometimes, and it makes you a little nervous. You settle into a comfortable pattern of sitting together snuggling on the couch, watching Broad City and Brooklyn 99, laughing too hard. Eating too much ice cream. Feeling blurry.

Stage 4: Alcohol. To numb the pain. The fairy tale ending.

I am literally losing my shit over that picture in the worst way like what the fuck Annie.

Why? It’s very much in line with the Hedwig vibe, which he is obviously cultivating now. I don’t understand this reaction at all.