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Cats, Chris Evans, and Chris Pine: crimsonclad greenjimkirk greenjimkirk I don't trust Tom Hardy because he seems like the kind of dog lover who despises cats. Who acts like the entire species slighted him personally and are the cause of global warming Meanwhile, Chris Evans and Chris Pine seem like the kind of dog lovers who prefer dogs but still like cats and understand that they just express affection differently www.wolfn8.con/ton/hard NOTORIOUS rescuer of helpless Romanian street kitten Tom Hardy, who illicitly hid the cat in his hotel room and made sure his new friend got adopted by nice local people before he left the country and posted blogs about how much he loved him??? NAY, I say unto thee. NAY INDEED On the way back from the internet cafe yesterday, there's this kitten in the road, and I'm like. hey kat whssup? then I had to double take. that's a small cat as cats go. it's prolly like a couple months old max. so I'm like hey little fella, and I look about but no one is looking for this thing. so l stopped and turned round and said hey kat where's your family, and he's like I don't know. then he wanders up to me and bang he's in my scoop and Im looking around I ask a few old ladies this your cat, a man this your... nothing, infact the languague barrier lifts with one old lady who speaks no english but I can tell she wishes me well infact every girl in town now notices I have a kitten and even though I have a skinhead and baggy pants on, the uniform of the criminal, I am now such a sweet boy with his kitten. I'm like no, you don't understand this is not my kitten, this is God's child I found in the street prolly belongs to some kid who is crying right now Igot to find him a home is there like an RSPCA here or something? the girls at reception fall in love with him. he's all fluffy coz I put him in a bath, I told them they're like we can see really this kat sparkles now. but he doesn't want to hang out with them he wants to sit on my shoulder and stare and watch MTV in the room... tomorrow he's coming to work and we're going to try and get him rehoused he is such a dude, and he is very funny and likes to talk a lot cuddle and sleep, plus he follows me everywhere talking romanian, I'm like I live in london dude I have no idea what vou're on about" Can you trust Tom Hardy?
Cats, Chris Evans, and Chris Pine: crimsonclad
 greenjimkirk
 greenjimkirk
 I don't trust Tom Hardy because he seems like the kind of dog lover
 who despises cats. Who acts like the entire species slighted him
 personally and are the cause of global warming
 Meanwhile, Chris Evans and Chris Pine seem like the kind of dog lovers
 who prefer dogs but still like cats and understand that they just express
 affection differently
 www.wolfn8.con/ton/hard
 NOTORIOUS rescuer of helpless Romanian street kitten Tom Hardy, who
 illicitly hid the cat in his hotel room and made sure his new friend got adopted
 by nice local people before he left the country and posted blogs about how
 much he loved him??? NAY, I say unto thee. NAY INDEED
 On the way back from the internet cafe yesterday, there's this kitten in the
 road, and I'm like. hey kat whssup? then I had to double take. that's a small
 cat as cats go. it's prolly like a couple months old max. so I'm like hey little
 fella, and I look about but no one is looking for this thing. so l stopped and
 turned round and said hey kat where's your family, and he's like I don't know.
 then he wanders up to me and bang he's in my scoop and Im looking around
 I ask a few old ladies this your cat, a man this your... nothing, infact the
 languague barrier lifts with one old lady who speaks no english but I can tell
 she wishes me well infact every girl in town now notices I have a kitten and
 even though I have a skinhead and baggy pants on, the uniform of the
 criminal, I am now such a sweet boy with his kitten. I'm like no, you don't
 understand this is not my kitten, this is God's child I found in the street prolly
 belongs to some kid who is crying right now Igot to find him a home is
 there like an RSPCA here or something? the girls at reception fall in love with
 him. he's all fluffy coz I put him in a bath, I told them they're like we can see
 really this kat sparkles now. but he doesn't want to hang out with them he
 wants to sit on my shoulder and stare and watch MTV in the room...
 tomorrow he's coming to work and we're going to try and get him rehoused
 he is such a dude, and he is very funny and likes to talk a lot cuddle and
 sleep, plus he follows me everywhere talking romanian, I'm like I live in
 london dude I have no idea what vou're on about"
Can you trust Tom Hardy?

Can you trust Tom Hardy?

Animals, Ass, and Bad: Hey since I haven't been active in forever, who wants to hear a story about how 1 became a local cryptid in my town? Heck yeah! Yes Reply Alright lets do this So l live in a small neighborhood kinda thing, Its honestly shaped like someone connected two bongs with a straw that leads out to the street, so very tiny and not a lot of people drive through cause its a dead end and surrounded by woods Anyways, so it's Saturday morning, like 3 am and my sister has taken her behemoth of a dog outside Little background, this dog is a saint bermard, lab mix, so he big. Hes also amazingly stupid. He's only three and we got him a year ago so he still does stupid shit all the time. Anyways hes got a long lead line on him, probably 30 ft, so hes off doing whatever and ny sister is kinda dazed, still sleepy. Homeboy fucking TAKES OFF and runs into the woods behind y house, taking that lead with him and a good chunk of my sisters pal skin. Whatever he's chasing has speed, and hes keeping up with it. So l run outside cause shes screaming his name and start to take off after him. 1 thought that mother fucker would get caught on a tree due to the lead but nope was I wrong. Now the woods probably go a mile back before they hit road, and then stretch around s miles hotizontally I'm worried this dumb dog is gonna run into the street and get hit, so l run the mile to the street (with my very out of shape body. 1 honestly thought I was going to die). After like r5 minutes of tripping and trying to make my way through this damn jungle, I get to the street. At this point 1 still look a human so nothing happens, 1 dont see him anywhere, and 1 run back to the house cause I've realized I'm in a tank top and boxer shorts with no shoes and its tick season. So I change into a big ass sweatshirt and sweat pants and boots even though its almost oo degrees out because I do not want to have to deal with ticks After chugging some water 1 take back off, this time going horizontally 1 caught sight of something running so l took off, yelling ny brains out managing to sprain my ankle and rip half my hair outta my ponytail in the process Around a mile downl lose sight of it so l turn and hike the mile back to the street just to make sure it didn't go that way After that I go back to my house, and then return to the spot where i last saw him and continue walking till Imlike 2 miles away So my trip so far has been mile to street> mile home > i mile hotizontally>t mile to street >2 miles home> 2 ½ miles horizontally So I'm about ready to die. I'm covering in blood from smashing y arm one of my eyes has turned red cause a stick poked it, I've got a limp, I'm breathing like a dragon with asthma, and I'm covering in leaves and sticks I start yelling his name again and hear a bark in the distance so 1 take off and after like 5 minutes I spot him He is now howling like a banshee in distress I book it towards his dumb ass and practically tackle him, which ended up with me covered in a random assortment of shit. Cool, whatever. His leash is tied atound two trees so I unravel it and he pounces on me in relief. He's salivating like crazy so I take him to a stream near by to let him drink Mother fucker pulls me in. I'm too tired to be pissed. At this point now that I'm calming down I realize my boots are now soaking wet with both blood and water. I've got several scars on my thigh and they all got ripped open So Im gushing blood like no tomorrow.I soak my jacket in water and put it on this stupid dog so he wont get burnt on the way back and itll be a bit cooler. So now he looks even bigger then usual 1 take my shoes off and toss then over my neck and we're about to start the trek back when he takes off AGAIN. This time I'm holding the leash and 1 do not let go. He ends up slipping on a mud bank and taking me with him With are now covered head to toe in nad, shit, dirt, blood and whatever the hell else is in those woods. Some how he has ended up with no major wounds, but now I have a rock lodged in my forehead and blood in my eyes. And my shoes are gone. Whatever, 1 just want to get home. 1 pick a direction and walk until 1 end up in the back yard of someone who lives down the street. Lucky for me, this person has barbed wire in their back yard on the ground for some reason, which I trip on Now I have barbed wire practically wrapped around me like some crazy fashion statement. I wanted to get home so bad 1 didn't even bother to rip it off. I'd do that So now its like 6am, so its dark, but you can still see, and its dead quiet. I pull my sisters dog along with me, holding his collar so he cant take off again. So heres me, covered in blood, mud, and barbed wire, limping down the street, no shoes on, with a large dog wearing a jacket, which, from a distance, you cant tell. Now I smell like whatever was in those woods, and it is a strong smell, so as I walk by any house with a dog outside, that dog starts barking. Eventually the quiet is replaced with dogs howling, barking, snarling at me. 1 eventually make it back to my house, but not before passing a dude getting his newspaper or whatever He's a good distance away from me and he hesitantly calls out asking if Im okay. I respond with "yeah but I've been yelling for like 3 hours t as ungodly rasp. He goes right the fuck back in l get home, get cleaned up, get the dog cleaned up, and everythings fine UNTIL a couple nights later my mom goes to a neighborhood meeting story Turns out, there had been a black bear in the woods near my house, which people had been keeping an eye out for, but instead they saw (what they thought) was a "humanoid figure covered in spikes dragging a bear covered in blood around by its neck For the next few weeks people were talking about how they heard the "hortiie screeching" and how there was blood all down the streets and on the trees. The dude who asked if I was okay was telling everybody that the "thing growled at him and he could see it had blood red eyes So now theres a rumor about a demon with razor sharp tendrils who feeds on wild animals by slashing them open and drinking their blood Rumor states that you'll hear it before you see it, and the sound it makes sounds like a howl and a scream People later found my boots covered in blood and said it was a "victim of the demon. A week later a house that was being built caught fire and that was blamed on me, as well as an accident where someone swerved to avoid something and crashed through a house. The stream turned blood red after some heavy rainfall. which was due to the mud, but also blamed on me and some mote for a couple nights (coyotes most people "spotting" the demon (which was either their imagination or the actual bear) the rumot grew and grew so now its famous in my neighborhood So yeah thats how 1 became a bear killing demon in my neighborhood. I was too embarrassed. How to become a cryptid
Animals, Ass, and Bad: Hey since I haven't been active in forever, who wants to hear a story
 about how 1 became a local cryptid in my town?
 Heck yeah!
 Yes
 Reply
 Alright lets do this
 So l live in a small neighborhood kinda thing, Its honestly shaped like
 someone connected two bongs with a straw that leads out to the street,
 so very tiny and not a lot of people drive through cause its a dead end
 and surrounded by woods Anyways, so it's Saturday morning, like 3 am
 and my sister has taken her behemoth of a dog outside
 Little background, this dog is a saint bermard, lab mix, so he big. Hes
 also amazingly stupid. He's only three and we got him a year ago so he
 still does stupid shit all the time. Anyways hes got a long lead line on
 him, probably 30 ft, so hes off doing whatever and ny sister is kinda
 dazed, still sleepy.
 Homeboy fucking TAKES OFF and runs into the woods behind y
 house, taking that lead with him and a good chunk of my sisters pal
 skin. Whatever he's chasing has speed, and hes keeping up with it. So l
 run outside cause shes screaming his name and start to take off after
 him. 1 thought that mother fucker would get caught on a tree due to the
 lead but nope was I wrong. Now the woods probably go a mile back
 before they hit road, and then stretch around s miles hotizontally
 I'm worried this dumb dog is gonna run into the street and get hit, so l
 run the mile to the street (with my very out of shape body. 1 honestly
 thought I was going to die). After like r5 minutes of tripping and trying
 to make my way through this damn jungle, I get to the street. At this
 point 1 still look a human so nothing happens, 1 dont see him anywhere,
 and 1 run back to the house cause I've realized I'm in a tank top and
 boxer shorts with no shoes and its tick season. So I change into a big ass
 sweatshirt and sweat pants and boots even though its almost oo degrees
 out because I do not want to have to deal with ticks
 After chugging some water 1 take back off, this time going horizontally
 1 caught sight of something running so l took off, yelling ny brains out
 managing to sprain my ankle and rip half my hair outta my ponytail in
 the process Around a mile downl lose sight of it so l turn and hike the
 mile back to the street just to make sure it didn't go that way
 After that I go back to my house, and then return to the spot where i
 last saw him and continue walking till Imlike 2 miles away
 So my trip so far has been
 mile to street> mile home > i mile hotizontally>t mile to street >2
 miles home> 2 ½ miles horizontally
 So I'm about ready to die. I'm covering in blood from smashing y arm
 one of my eyes has turned red cause a stick poked it, I've got a limp, I'm
 breathing like a dragon with asthma, and I'm covering in leaves and
 sticks
 I start yelling his name again and hear a bark in the distance so 1 take off
 and after like 5 minutes I spot him He is now howling like a banshee in
 distress I book it towards his dumb ass and practically tackle him,
 which ended up with me covered in a random assortment of shit. Cool,
 whatever. His leash is tied atound two trees so I unravel it and he
 pounces on me in relief. He's salivating like crazy so I take him to a
 stream near by to let him drink
 Mother fucker pulls me in. I'm too tired to be pissed. At this point now
 that I'm calming down I realize my boots are now soaking wet with
 both blood and water. I've got several scars on my thigh and they all got
 ripped open So Im gushing blood like no tomorrow.I soak my jacket in
 water and put it on this stupid dog so he wont get burnt on the way
 back and itll be a bit cooler. So now he looks even bigger then usual 1
 take my shoes off and toss then over my neck and we're about to start
 the trek back when he takes off AGAIN. This time I'm holding the leash
 and 1 do not let go. He ends up slipping on a mud bank and taking me
 with him With are now covered head to toe in nad, shit, dirt, blood
 and whatever the hell else is in those woods.
 Some how he has ended up with no major wounds, but now I have a
 rock lodged in my forehead and blood in my eyes. And my shoes are
 gone. Whatever, 1 just want to get home. 1 pick a direction and walk
 until 1 end up in the back yard of someone who lives down the street.
 Lucky for me, this person has barbed wire in their back yard on the
 ground for some reason, which I trip on Now I have barbed wire
 practically wrapped around me like some crazy fashion statement. I
 wanted to get home so bad 1 didn't even bother to rip it off. I'd do that
 So now its like 6am, so its dark, but you can still see, and its dead quiet.
 I pull my sisters dog along with me, holding his collar so he cant take
 off again. So heres me, covered in blood, mud, and barbed wire, limping
 down the street, no shoes on, with a large dog wearing a jacket, which,
 from a distance, you cant tell. Now I smell like whatever was in those
 woods, and it is a strong smell, so as I walk by any house with a dog
 outside, that dog starts barking. Eventually the quiet is replaced with
 dogs howling, barking, snarling at me. 1 eventually make it back to my
 house, but not before passing a dude getting his newspaper or whatever
 He's a good distance away from me and he hesitantly calls out asking if
 Im okay. I respond with "yeah but I've been yelling for like 3 hours
 t as ungodly rasp. He goes right the fuck back in
 l get home, get cleaned up, get the dog cleaned up, and everythings fine
 UNTIL a couple nights later my mom goes to a neighborhood meeting
 story
 Turns out, there had been a black bear in the woods near my house,
 which people had been keeping an eye out for, but instead they saw
 (what they thought) was a "humanoid figure covered in spikes dragging
 a bear covered in blood around by its neck
 For the next few weeks people were talking about how they heard
 the "hortiie screeching" and how there was blood all down the streets
 and on the trees. The dude who asked if I was okay was telling
 everybody that the "thing growled at him and he could see it had blood
 red eyes
 So now theres a rumor about a demon with razor sharp tendrils who
 feeds on wild animals by slashing them open and drinking their blood
 Rumor states that you'll hear it before you see it, and the sound it makes
 sounds like a howl and a scream People later found my boots covered in
 blood and said it was a "victim of the demon. A week later a house that
 was being built caught fire and that was blamed on me, as well as an
 accident where someone swerved to avoid something and crashed
 through a house. The stream turned blood red after some heavy rainfall.
 which was due to the mud, but also blamed on me and some mote
 for a couple nights (coyotes most
 people "spotting" the demon (which was either their imagination or the
 actual bear) the rumot grew and grew so now its famous in my
 neighborhood
 So yeah thats how 1 became a bear killing demon in my neighborhood.
 I was too embarrassed.
How to become a cryptid

How to become a cryptid

Ass, Booty, and Church: These pants make the world go round... Ass be looking STUPID fat it don't matter who it is There has to be a deeper science behind these tights. My homie grandma accidentally through on his sisters leggings for a funeral mistaking them for stockings. Grandma carol was caked up up beyond measure. Every time her walker hit the floor her cake would make the sanctuary shift. Hymnols falling out the pews, if she twerked dust from the creation of earth would shake out. Ass so powerful it would cause a wind to blow and change the pages in the Bible. Grandma Carol walked past the casket we seen Grandpa Dale sit straight up like the undertaker. Eyes rolled all the way back. He done turned into a white walker. I thought we would need to do a exorcism. Last time a old niqqa came back to life stinkmiener caused havoc. The whole church scared he done senses the booty levels over 10,000,000 and such power bought the dead back to life. It was like the hand of the booty Gods reached down from the heavens and woke up Grandpa Dale. Nigga caught the strength of 1000 sayians and took grandma Carol home. Grandpa Dale ain’t even last two strokes he wasn’t hooked up to his dialysis machine and died again. Nigga funeral this Tuesday. Moral of the story these leggings have to power to bring the dead back to life, make saggy old booty cheeks into rejuvenated pieces of cake.
Ass, Booty, and Church: These pants make the world go
 round... Ass be looking STUPID fat
 it don't matter who it is
There has to be a deeper science behind these tights. My homie grandma accidentally through on his sisters leggings for a funeral mistaking them for stockings. Grandma carol was caked up up beyond measure. Every time her walker hit the floor her cake would make the sanctuary shift. Hymnols falling out the pews, if she twerked dust from the creation of earth would shake out. Ass so powerful it would cause a wind to blow and change the pages in the Bible. Grandma Carol walked past the casket we seen Grandpa Dale sit straight up like the undertaker. Eyes rolled all the way back. He done turned into a white walker. I thought we would need to do a exorcism. Last time a old niqqa came back to life stinkmiener caused havoc. The whole church scared he done senses the booty levels over 10,000,000 and such power bought the dead back to life. It was like the hand of the booty Gods reached down from the heavens and woke up Grandpa Dale. Nigga caught the strength of 1000 sayians and took grandma Carol home. Grandpa Dale ain’t even last two strokes he wasn’t hooked up to his dialysis machine and died again. Nigga funeral this Tuesday. Moral of the story these leggings have to power to bring the dead back to life, make saggy old booty cheeks into rejuvenated pieces of cake.

There has to be a deeper science behind these tights. My homie grandma accidentally through on his sisters leggings for a funeral mistaking ...

Colin Kaepernick, Memes, and Tupac: ME AGAINS Colin Kaepernick took it all the way back to 1995 this week with a Tupac shirt that reads 'Me Against the World.' colinkaepernick tmz tmzsports
Colin Kaepernick, Memes, and Tupac: ME AGAINS
Colin Kaepernick took it all the way back to 1995 this week with a Tupac shirt that reads 'Me Against the World.' colinkaepernick tmz tmzsports

Colin Kaepernick took it all the way back to 1995 this week with a Tupac shirt that reads 'Me Against the World.' colinkaepernick tmz tmzspo...