(Source: alistair-kilpy)

Anonymous asked: tell me a story

Once upon a time, there was a little unicorn named Henri (pronounced with a nasally, French accent). He would wake up at promptly 7:33am everyday to frolic through the meadows and chase the butterflies and skewer gnomes with his mighty, ferocious horn of wrath. One day, when Henri was in the middle of frolicking, he came across a bulldozer. Off the the bulldozer, a large, overweight, possibly Mexican man plopped to the ground; crushing a helpless daffodil under his giant foot. He pulled a large rifle from behind his rolls of fat and shot Henri swiftly between the eyes. The poacher won and Henri was no more. The end. 

If I had a penny for

all of the facebook friends I have who I hate, I’d have 302 pennies.

(that’s all of them)

(I hate life)

(Source: frances123)

This is especially funny because the last comment is from his sister. Hooray for being a pompous asshole :D

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