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nohtaram:

pirateswearpantstoo:

U mad brah?

My friend pirateswearpantstoo reblogged this. That’s my personal cell phone number. I just wanna see what happens. interesting messages, I will reblog.
FRIENDS AND FOLLOWERS. Do your worst. >:) ^ He asked for it.
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Shit you see working at a hotel

pirateswearpantstoo:

1. A one-armed man in his boxers who thinks he is at a Motorhead concert.  He  fell out of his trunk bed, passed out in the lobby, and was arrested. 

2. Two enormous people having sex in the pool.

3. A senile lady who drove from IL and thought she was in Albany.  Yes - she drove 13 hours in the wrong direction.

4. A single fellow sending dick picks to “some hot 45ish year old in Kentucky”

5. Father time hot boxing his room…I told the fire department it was a bag of popcorn >_>

6. A metric shit-ton of jailbait.

7. Seven mexican workers sharing one bed. ( Yes that’s the actual count, it’s not exaggerated) 

8. A fat guy locked out of his room in his tighty whiteys because his wife thought it was funny.

9. A swedish guy. (Pretty sure he played the super-villain in every movie ever.)

10. A swinger couple who invited me up to their room.

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circusclockwork:

“Craig, dude, get your shit and let’s go!”
He hears one of the boys shout and slowly -reluctantly- he brings the violin bow to a stop. The smooth melody ceases and his fingers tremble moderately on the strings. 
“Concert. Five minutes. Let’s. GO.”
He stares wildly at the crumpled music sheet in front of him. The notes spiral endlessly off the page but he isn’t thinking about the music or the concert or how his fingers are beginning to cramp and stiffen up. All that is keeping his breath shallow and his skin erupt with goosebumps is if he’ll see him in the crowd tonight. That patch of wild blonde hair and taunting blue eyes, steadily gazing over every inch of him. 
Briefly, he wishes he could be under the black blue sky, looking through his telescope at the dozens of stars that are burning millions of miles away. Only for a few seconds, before Clyde is calling his name again and the deep sound of the timpani drums begin to fill the auditorium. 
He looks down at his untucked shirt and with a shaky laugh, flips Clyde off.
“Fuck off, I’m waiting for Tweek.”
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betomad:

dreamy siren
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  • Gregory: I'm here for La Resistance.
  • Kyle: What's the password?
  • Gregory: I..I don't know.
  • Kyle: Guess!
  • Gregory: uh. Bacon.
  • Kyle:
  • Kyle: ok
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