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Getting Fit With Bennett
“I hate doods named Todd”
that reminds me of Todd from Community
it fits almost too well
this guy? doesn’t fucking exist
I hope no one actually thinks he does
I was geocaching with my friends Mike and Kevin in a parking garage a few weeks ago, when we heard the sounds of a commotion and what sounded like Space Jam theme song being played on the top floor of the garage.
Intrigued, we went upstairs and found a choreographed dance routine consisting of two “teams” of burly frat boy types, dressed in either all black or all white, forming into lines and dancing in unison to the aforementioned Space Jam theme song (the full-length version) being played from a boombox b two coaches who were overseeing the whole scene, with several crates of energy drinks opened and scattered around the place. It was kind of a surreal scene to come across given that there was no one else in the area and it wasn’t audible except from the upper levels of the garage.
We had many questions, but seeing as we seemed to have inadvertently stumbled upon some kind of clandestine ROTC Space Jam line dancing boot camp, we decided not to inquire too closely.