Originally from negroplz.
Originally from fuckyeahspielbergmovies.
When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why are they poor, they call me a Communist.
Happy Cat wepted.
There’s an intellectual gag reflex that kicks in anytime you try to swallow an idea that involves super-intelligent immortal cyborgs, but …
If Carlsberg made rats … (via Rat Ritz)
