Beyonce’s publicist wants these unflattering pictures from the Super Bowl to be removed from the Internet
…So reblog as much as possible.
*sigh*
(via fuckmedaryldixon)
“let me tell you about norman reedus… he look like the type of motherfucker that be friends with you, y’all be friends for about 2 or 3 years. Then one day he’ll hit you up, like, hey, you wanna go on a trip? You, like, cool, let’s do this. Then y’all driving in the car, next thing you know, he reach over - stab you in the damn neck with an ice pick. And then while you sitting up here bleeding profusely, you wondering - wait a second, where the fuck this ice pick come from? Because y’all done been together all day and he got on some tight ass jeans. Y’all done went to the bank, y’all done went to the grocery store, and y’all done picked up some last minute items at Wal Mart and you ain’t seen no motherfucking bulge in his skinny ass jeans! And plus, there’s no compartment between the passenger seat and the driver seat - where the hell this ice pick come from? Was it in his ass? YOU DON’T KNOW!”
the best thing I’ve seen in weeks
because it’s true
this is bloody gold!!

that’s a risk I’m willing to take, Daryl.






