BITCH ME TOO

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literallysame:

I don’t even press play anymore I just reblog

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funneestuff:

hotrussiansingles:

2014

4 corresponds to $ on a keyboard

201$

its the year of money

that means 2013 was the year of the hashtag THIS HAS TO BE TRUE

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angryblackman:

"How are your grades?"

"What are you majoring in?"

"Have you got a girlfriend?"

"What do you want to do when you graduate?"

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fineapplepizza:

oh sorry i was thinking about myself did you want something

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lohanthony:

me listening to BEYONCÉ

lohanthony:

me listening to BEYONCÉ


missxjeff:

theuppitynegras:

annabellebanna:

omg i am laughing so hard at the Miss Universe costume category

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you got poland lookin nice

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Namibia workin it

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Costa Rica goin big, what did you expect

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Haiti fuckin rockin it

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Great Britain got damn

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Switzerland hell yeah

and then

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….Miss USA.

we had to be a fucking transformer

we are the tackiest country in the goddamn world

hahahaahahaha fucking transformer

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hinder:

it is actually really sweet when someone stays up late to talk to you

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This scene in Inglourious Bastards, this particular part, was so brilliantly written. The characters are playing a game where you sit in a circle and write a famous person’s name on a card, flip it over, pass the card to the person next to you and stick it to your head without looking. Then you ask everyone questions to figure out who it is. This man- a Nazi commander- asked “Am I American?” (no but..) “Have I visited America?” (yes) “Was my visit fruitious?” (no) “Did I go against my will?” (yes) “Am I from a place you’d call exotic?” (yes) “Am I from the jungle?” (yes) “Did I go by boat?” (yes) “And when I got there was I bound with chains and presented in front of a crowd?” (yes!) “Well then. I know who I am. An African slave. No? Oh then I’m King Kong.” — and in one instance the viewer realizes the metaphor which King Kong was to the African slave trade (a truly Tarantino way of inserting social awareness through dialogue spoken by social oppressors) as well as takes a moment of almost comic relief to a very strange middle ground since we see just how intelligent and foolproof this man is. This is good filmmaking. 
This scene in Inglourious Bastards, this particular part, was so brilliantly written. The characters are playing a game where you sit in a circle and write a famous person’s name on a card, flip it over, pass the card to the person next to you and stick it to your head without looking. Then you ask everyone questions to figure out who it is. This man- a Nazi commander- asked “Am I American?” (no but..) “Have I visited America?” (yes) “Was my visit fruitious?” (no) “Did I go against my will?” (yes) “Am I from a place you’d call exotic?” (yes) “Am I from the jungle?” (yes) “Did I go by boat?” (yes) “And when I got there was I bound with chains and presented in front of a crowd?” (yes!) “Well then. I know who I am. An African slave. No? Oh then I’m King Kong.” — and in one instance the viewer realizes the metaphor which King Kong was to the African slave trade (a truly Tarantino way of inserting social awareness through dialogue spoken by social oppressors) as well as takes a moment of almost comic relief to a very strange middle ground since we see just how intelligent and foolproof this man is. This is good filmmaking. 

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