Silver Tongue

Jul 22

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Just a heads up right now: on the day when Trump dies, I’m going to be extremely tasteless about it. It’s going to get ugly. You are going to see a side of me I am not proud of. I don’t want any call-outs in my inbox, I’m stating right now that lines will be crossed.

How disgusting can someone be

I wouldn’t even say this about my worst enemy

Forget the fact that its trump. If you agree with this youre fucking evil. Evil literally lives inside you. Wow.

Anyways all of y’all AND the evil that literally lives inside of you are invited to the sick ass house party I’m throwing when lord dampnut kicks the bucket

I feel like all you Americans need to take a look at what happened here in the UK after Maggie Thatcher died. Because when it comes to tasteless celebrations fuelled by anger and the death of a hated political leader, we REALLY pushed the boat out. We had street parties. We had burning effigies. We pushed “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead” to the top of the charts out of sheer hatred. Bone up kiddos, and I really hope you manage to do that truly American thing, of dramatically outdoing us with your celebrations.

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Airports are fucking weird. Like I’m dressed like it’s ‘95 drinking wine and there’s a dude in a three pieced suit next to me, someone in pajamas, someone who looks like they’re going to the gym after this, and like a million button up shirts.

Update. I’m hammered.

Second update: I’m sober now but very fucking tired and in a different airport.

Additionally: I have no idea where the fuck I am

Important information: I’m fairly sure Douglas Adams was just fucking paged??? What the hell???

Have you checked if you’re alive?

Buddy I haven’t cared about blood pumping through my veins since 1920. You just gotta move on and do your own thing.

So you’re saying there’s a chance you’re tumblring your ‘airport’ adventures from the afterlife? 

im saying it doesnt matter because i have access to the internet

This entire thread is a big ass mood

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whizzerintrousers:

it is:

⚪️ my fault

⚪️ possibly my fault

🔘 it isn’t my fault, i was given those beans, you persuaded me to trade away my cow for beans and without those beans there’d have been no stalk to get up to the giant in the first place WAIT A MINUTE

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