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treacherousgnome asked:
wait so do you know if CK's patreon is still up? she deleted her post so i cant find any links to it and google has been no help
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memedocumentation answered:
It has been removed, but there are a few screenshots floating around Tumblr of the Patreon (such as this one, taken from this post).
I also have saved the description of the Patreon page:
Hope this helps!
Let’s all remember this
typhlosyon asked:
I know its sounds like something a stoner would say but really weed has helped me so lot with a lot of shit i have anxiety bpd and delutional disorder and i also suffer from a lot of pain when im on period and since i was a teen ive had migraines and since i started smoking 3 years ago i havent had a big migraine and also i feel less paranoid it is my fav medicine tbh
Yeah it helps a lot with me too, and it helps me sleep
when u see a photoset of cute sweaters
but all of the links for them go to beautiful.halo and they’re all “””one size fits all”””
eta: did some research after not being able to make this post with “beautiful,halo” without having to space out the words and guess what? i couldn’t make the post with those words because beautiful.halo is a scam! and tumblr won’t let you make posts about them because it’s all a scam! fun fact! they rarely ship their products to their customers and it’s run by one person who sends spam fanmail on tumblr to people trying to get them to sponsor them! don’t buy from them!
when u see a photoset of cute sweaters
but all of the links for them go to beautiful.halo and they’re all “””one size fits all”””
eta: did some research after not being able to make this post with “beautiful,halo” without having to space out the words and guess what? i couldn’t make the post with those words because beautiful.halo is a scam! and tumblr won’t let you make posts about them because it’s all a scam! fun fact! they rarely ship their products to their customers and it’s run by one person who sends spam fanmail on tumblr to people trying to get them to sponsor them! don’t buy from them!
Please reblog. I know X-mas is coming up, and some posts advertise cheap and cute clothes. Please research websites before deciding to purchase.
when u see a photoset of cute sweaters
but all of the links for them go to beautiful.halo and they’re all “””one size fits all”””
eta: did some research after not being able to make this post with “beautiful,halo” without having to space out the words and guess what? i couldn’t make the post with those words because beautiful.halo is a scam! and tumblr won’t let you make posts about them because it’s all a scam! fun fact! they rarely ship their products to their customers and it’s run by one person who sends spam fanmail on tumblr to people trying to get them to sponsor them! don’t buy from them!
Please reblog. I know X-mas is coming up, and some posts advertise cheap and cute clothes. Please research websites before deciding to purchase.
IS THAT WHO KEEPS SENDING ME FANMAIL TELLING THEM TO CLICK ON THEIR ADS SO THEY CAN GET ROADS REPAVED OR GO TO BEAUTY SCHOOL IN EUROPE OR WHATEVER THE FUCK STORY THEY’VE COME UP WITH THIS WEEK
shit i bought some clothes from them before i knew it was a scam and the whole thing was a mess tbh
the sizes were wildly inaccurate, it took 30 days to get to me despite claiming shipping would be “5 to 15 days”, and i only got it period because i wouldn’t stop hassling customer service (after 20 days of waiting with no word and a broken tracking number)
and frankly a couple of the things were way uglier in person than on the site. don’t risk it
Anonymous asked:
I'm the anon who talked about my country earlier. Someone asked if the country I was talking about is Italy. Boy, our asshole makes me wish we had the italian asshole. Some of his greatest hits: "I wouldn't rape you because you don't deserve it" (said to a congresswoman); talking fondly about military man who tortured people during our military dictatorship period; saying that natives who live in tribes are bums; saying that being gay means you lack a beating, and a lot more. 1/2
I honestly think he is going to win. Only take those “Come to Brazil” invitations if you’re a rich white dude, people. 2/2
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Yikes man that sounds terrifying
when u see a photoset of cute sweaters
but all of the links for them go to beautiful.halo and they’re all “””one size fits all”””
eta: did some research after not being able to make this post with “beautiful,halo” without having to space out the words and guess what? i couldn’t make the post with those words because beautiful.halo is a scam! and tumblr won’t let you make posts about them because it’s all a scam! fun fact! they rarely ship their products to their customers and it’s run by one person who sends spam fanmail on tumblr to people trying to get them to sponsor them! don’t buy from them!
Please reblog. I know X-mas is coming up, and some posts advertise cheap and cute clothes. Please research websites before deciding to purchase.
Reblogging again, because I’ve noticed advertisements for them popping up on other websites such as DeviantART! Please remember this, everyone!
My three girlfriends.
And yes, they smoke weed.
do they smoke weed?
Yes, actually.
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot…
*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*
Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
happy 4/20
My three girlfriends.
And yes, they smoke weed.
do they smoke weed?
Yes, actually.
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot…
*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*
Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
wait are those weed cigarette’s
Wait so are those your girlfriends?
Anonymous asked:
Weed anon: only bad weed smells bad. The higher quality the better the smell. Edibles are great but they give a very different kind of high. If you don't like the smell just blow the smoke out the window.
Yeah like I live in an illegal state so a lot of kids (mostly college kids) have turned a spare room into a weed room so you don’t get the smell around the house and you can just open the windows and air it out when you’re done