There’s nothing I find funnier on Sherlock than the fact that Anderson imagines Sherlock as being this suave, sexy, cool bamf who catwalks around kissing girls. When in reality he’s an adorable little gay sweetheart who folds napkins, blows things up by mistake, flails around, and glues pictures of John’s head to things.
I was at the mall today and overheard this dude talking to two lesbian chicks. I hear him ask, “So which one of you is the guy in your relationship?” And the one girl looks into her pants and says, “It’s not me. How bout you? Are you hiding a dick in there?” Then her girlfriend looks in her pants and says, “Nope, I’m not.” Then the first chick looks at the dude and says, “Hmmm, guess that’s why we are lesbians.” And then I lost my shit.
I didn’t wanna do my geo hw so I stitched this cracker to the arm of the couch
“For three weekends, 47 Dachshunds, more commonly known as Sausage Dogs, will attempt to solve the world’s Human Rights issues.”
this was so fucking important
"And they still accomplished more than the actual U.N."