
(Source: p4ntss, via mariusblog)
Theoretically, if God exists, he gave control of Indiana weather to the violently sarcastic, alcoholic angel.
OH WELL WOOPDIE FUCKIN DOO I DON’T GIVE A SHIT THAT IT’S JUNE, HOW’S 50 DEGREES SOUND YOU CORN SUCKIN FUCKS.
people need to understand that if you decide to tailgate me for a few miles, i am going to intentionally slow down and go under the speed limit just to piss you off.
fuckers.