lgbbq:

The farther away from valentines day it gets the funnier it is
wouldyoufindme:

fuck-yeah-feminist:

Neither can we, my badass friend. Neither can we.

best sign ive ever seen
goey:

A famous anecdote relates that during the mid-1980s, an intoxicated Jagger phoned Watts’ hotel room in the middle of the night asking “Where’s my drummer?”. Watts reportedly got up, shaved, dressed in a suit, put on a tie and freshly shined shoes, descended the stairs, and punched Jagger in the face, saying: “Don’t ever call me your drummer again. You’re my fucking singer!”

the-fletcher-memorial-home:

the-fletcher-memorial-home:

Take a chill pill like what’s your damage man? If I want to use totally tubular slang from the eighties and youre grody to the max then you can eat my shorts

I just lost a follower, where’s ths beef?

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the-fletcher-memorial-home:

ageorgeygirl:

the-fletcher-memorial-home:

*air guitars to every led zeppelin song*

im more of an air drummer 

Lets form an air band

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drunkenwisdom:

One of the best bass lines in rock history.

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oblivionroses:

iregretthisdecision:

Play the audio and let your life near completion.

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I was expecting it to stop after the end of the words on the picture…but nope

titty sprinkles

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the-fletcher-memorial-home:

What’s so civil about war anyway

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