Rivers belong where they can ramble

arundelo:

piratescarfy:

there was a disastrous performance of Macbeth at the Old Vic by Peter O’Toole and apparently there was this one part in the play one night where a Servant comes in and should say “Your wife, my lord, is dead” but what ACTUALLY happened was

Servant: …My wife, my lord, is dead.

Macbeth: Well, what about my wife?

Servant: Oh yeah. She’s dead too.

Macbeth: 

Servant: There’s a lot of it about.

This is like a Monty Python skit.

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sneakyfeets:

paternalpadfoot:

never i repeat never put on time warp at a party unless you want the theatre kids to destroy your house

a bold assumption to think I would allow theatre kids within even 500 feet of my home

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linguisticparadox:

shittyninja:

“pineapples” except pronounced like “minneapolis”

No

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bibliotechno:

powerjock:

drgnfckr:

duhastbyrammstein:

starting a fist fight at the jo-ann fabrics

power plays

if you win enough eventually you get to face off with jo-ann herself

If you win you get your own craft store. The last person to win was Michael.

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fairycosmos:

i appreciate mothman but if i was actually confronted w him i’d probably burst into tears. hes a fuckin giant moth my dudes what the FUCK

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