YOU DON'T KNOW MY LIFE

It took 9 shots for me to get one picture where she doesn’t look like satan.

It took 9 shots for me to get one picture where she doesn’t look like satan.

This is my life.

This is my life.

I may be one if those people who thinks of their dogs as children, all the while hating legit children; but at least my dogs dont have facebook. And I don’t tag them in pictures.

Sakuracon 2014: project Leela is go

Sakuracon 2014: project Leela is go

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This is a huge bat compilation in case you’re having a rough day. I hope this cheers y’all up.

Look at the adorable second picture by the way. *squeals*

For the boyf. Again. BC I know he’s had a rough few weeks, and bats always make him smile.

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Just googled
“what is a millennial”
Apparently this is a thing

Behold! Creepy eyes!

Behold! Creepy eyes!

This is my life

This is my life

Drunk Horror Review: The Last Will & Testament of Rosalind Leigh

So the mom died, right. Yeah ok and she’s narrating. Like wah wah my son doesn’t love me. 

So the son shows up at the house he just inerited and he looks like the kid from There Will Be Blood- you know the priest one. Anyway, so he walks into the house and it’s full of antique shit. And you know it’s supposed to be unnerving except it would make the best episode of storage wars ever. I mean, Barry would blow his wad. In more ways than one. And also there’s a ridiculous amount of angel statues. And you know it’s supposed to be unnerving except they all look like they came from the garden section of Home Depot. The angel statues have to do with some weird candle thing that his mom used to do with him to test/force belief in god. And we keep going back to the candle thing. Yeah, yeah ok we get it she’s creepy.

So, for no other reason than horror trope logic, he spends the night in the house. And, go figure, it’s creepy. At one point he’s in the basement and sees an angel statue his mom gave him and I is significant so he has to call his therapist who may or may not have been his girlfriend so that she can convince him that he’s doing this to himself.

Fast forward to the next time something happens. There’s noises or whatever. Because there’s always noises or whatever. So he has to go outside. And that’s when it turns outlandish. Creeping in the bushes by the pool is the demon thing. Now, imagine, if you will, that Gollum gets it on with a jaguar. And this jaguar has scabies. And their act of sexual congress results in offspring. That is what the demon thing looks like. Let me reiterate: SCABIES. So the scabies monster chases him around mom’s “creepy” house for about half an hour. At one point it licks his face. And not in an affectionate, grooming sort of way.

I’m sure stuff happens after that, but I was laughing my ass off. But the mom is narrating again and wah wah her son doesn’t love her because she’s a Christian cult weirdo. Turns out none of this actually happened: crazy mom made the whole thing up to make herself feel better about the fact that her son doesn’t love her.

Moral of the story: Gollum needs a wing man.