ralphdgamf:

starkidwholived:

kimburrit0:

I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?
cashier: sorry but you don't have enough money to buy this
me: okay
me: rosebud
me: rosebud
me: motherlode
me: motherlode
me: motherlode
me: kaching
me: motherlode
me: okay how about now

instagrampa:

instagrampa:

I had to describe myself in three words on my USC application and I couldn’t think of a good third word so I just wrote “cat” and I planned on changing it but I forgot and sent it in. 

I did not get into USC.

i-o-u-a-fall:

chroniclesofpanem:

tunadeluna:

ninejuanjuan:

bromofasho:

nigga-chan:

nicoosuxx:

Remember when they were going to censor the internet?

Remember when people cared about Kony?

Remember when people did the cinnamon challenge?

Remember when everyone played Temple Run?

Remember the Alamo?

Remember the Titans?

remember who you are

(Source: sweatymannipples1993, via sumday182)

Kid: why do we have to learn this
Math teacher: because fuck you

niggapus:

you know what’s really weird? the fact that you’ll never actually be able to see yourself in real life. like you can see yourself in mirrors and reflections but you’ll never in your life see what you really look like

(via come-on-eileen-tierney)