Check out my new hat!
now all you need is a glass of milk.
(grey pistol black pistol hungry little knife)
(everything I carry in the back of my mind)
Aww haha! You two make such a cute couple.
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now all you need is a glass of milk.
That's exactly what I was thinking
What a positive outlook on knife crime.
Very, very good.
I was perched outside in the pouring rain
Trying to make myself a sail
it's funny to me that the knife is clearly turned away from phil, in order to prevent any unwanted killing.
GET... HELP... I'M... STILL... ALIVE.
Spartan art is the real made hysterical.
you know that picture with the knife and phil's mouth open could be photoshopped into a pretty good "that's so gay" thing. haha
GET... HELP... I'M... STILL... ALIVE.
Hahahahaha oh Phil, Phil Phil Phil. Go off and spend your lottery money.
He's definitely gone now.
GET... HELP... I'M... STILL... ALIVE.
I fucking knew it! Young people don't win the lottery.
I was perched outside in the pouring rain
Trying to make myself a sail
GURGLE... BLOOD EVERYWHERE. JACK IS OUT SHOPPING... SOMEONE PLEASE CALL THE POLICE.
Spartan art is the real made hysterical.
Phil, that hat made you look fat. You're better off without it.
"It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities."
GURGLE... BLOOD EVERYWHERE. JACK IS OUT SHOPPING... SOMEONE PLEASE CALL THE POLICE.
Not only did he steal your hat and stab you....
He's now spending your lottery money! Christ there's no end to this bastard!
I was perched outside in the pouring rain
Trying to make myself a sail
don't you understand, there's no lottery money!
This is my favorite thread. I want to chew on it I love it so much.
Fuck your face off, Paula Deen's coming on.
--Alecia
don't you understand, there's no lottery money!
No lottery money! Poor Phil, can his day get any worse.
A stab wound and no money to show for it.
I was perched outside in the pouring rain
Trying to make myself a sail
Looks like it's going well for Jack, though.
Fuck your face off, Paula Deen's coming on.
--Alecia
Yes it does. Again the bad seed wins.
I was perched outside in the pouring rain
Trying to make myself a sail
You two must have so much fun together! =D
og eg kan vel ikkje berre vere ingen stad heller -
and I can't just be nowhere either
You two must have so much fun together! =D
Not anymore.
You can still have fun with his body.
Skin him and make lampshades!
"It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities."
Hey, great hat!
GET... HELP... I'M... STILL... ALIVE.
Fuck you for having a thread this good and then blowing your load all in one post! That first picture should have been it until at least post 8, then the second picture around post 15 and the third around #20.
I hope you die slow and painfully!
I hope you die slow and painfully!
HE IS!
THIS IS THE HAPPIEST TALE EVER TOLD EVER.
Two blondes walked into a train track. Between the two of them, you'd think they'd--
Awes!
Sometimes when I'm really stoned, and I close my eyes, I can't honestly say whether or not I'm wearing a hat. - Nightrious
Is it wrong to be falling in love with a homo-erotic murderer?
Phil has won the lottery, and will not be on The Cult anymore.
P.s. Also, check out my new hat: