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my brother is upset because he did not win the bug catching contest
my brother is in the United States Marine Corps
this is me in a nutshell
Death is your art. You make it with your hands, day after day. That final gasp. That look of peace. Part of you is desperate to know, what’s it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that’s the secret. Not the punch you didn’t throw or the kicks you didn’t land. She merely wanted it. Every Slayer… has a death wish. Even you. The only reason you’ve lasted as long as you have is you’ve got ties to the world. Your mum, brat kid sister, Scoobies. They all tie you here but you’re just puttin’ off the inevitable. Sooner or later, you’re gonna want it. And the second - the second that happens, you know I’ll be there. I’ll slip in. Have myself a real good day. Here endeth the lesson. I just wonder if you’ll like it as much as she did.
are the wings just not even existent to the nhl anymore lmao
i remember when the wings were relevant it was a beautiful thing
Shhh. Don’t remind them of the Wings. It’s all part of the plan.
We ride at dawn. Tim Horton’s and Hot ‘n Readys will be provided.
Babcock had a super tough season coaching AHL players because all of our veterans were injured and we STILL managed to make the playoffs for a 23rd year and he doesn’t win the award?
This award show is a freaking joke.
Tyler Seguin at Dirk Nowitzki’s Heroes Charity Baseball Game on June 21st!
Please do not remove the watermark in the corner. If you use one of my photos, please leave the mark and credit me, please and thank you.
"We went on one date, I met her at the post office, we had a coffee. I wasn’t interested in pursuing things further, I told her that, very clearly. I started receiving phone calls, facebook messages, texts, e-mails, she showed up at my house. I made it clear to her that her advances were unwanted, and then I began receiving threats. I changed my phone number, my e-mail account and I moved. Twice. Each time she found me. When I started dating my current girlfriend, Angela, she showed up at Atlantic City where we had gone for the weekend. She left notes on my car, she threw trash on my lawn, she left voice-mails yelling about how I wasn’t helping enough with the dog. I don’t even have a dog. And then she threatened to strangle Angela, that’s when I got a restraining order. We found a home-made explosive device under Angela’s car."