wes-eskimo:


Venus, bussin that pussy open since the renaissance

wes-eskimo:

Venus, bussin that pussy open since the renaissance

irvinatorr:

wow the fifty shades of grey movie looks intense

irvinatorr:

wow the fifty shades of grey movie looks intense

malformalady:

Child’s playground turned into a graveyard in Syria.

malformalady:

Child’s playground turned into a graveyard in Syria.

My sisters and I used to say this when we went out. I thin we should bring it back.

Why do I find this picture fascinating?

Why do I find this picture fascinating?

Poptarts and condoms? My kind of man.

Don’t be a wuss. Go play.

Don’t be a wuss. Go play.

Things I intend on saying at the family party tomorrow

"This is another party you have ruined" (family in-joke)

and

"THIS IS HOW WE GET ANTS"

Found it

We’d put it in a safe hiding space.

That’s why you don’t put shit away.

Cause your forget about it.

And he bitches at me about how long it takes me to clean, versus how long it takes him. I AM NOT YOU. Maybe you should take care of my shit when you borrow it. If I lose your headphones you make me look for them.

This is bullshit.

crimesandkillers:

Karen Greenlee is a necrophiliac. In 1979 she made national headlines when she drove off in a hearse and wasn’t heard from for two days. Instead of delivering the body to the cemetery she decided to spend some time alone with the corpse. Eventually, the police found her in the next county, overdosed on codeine Tylenol. She was charged with illegally driving a hearse and interfering with the burial (there is no law in California against necrophilia). In the casket with the body Karen left a four-and-a-half page letter confessing to amorous episodes with between twenty to forty dead men. The letter was filled with remorse over her sexual desires: “Why do I do it? Why? Why? Fear of love, relationships. No romance ever hurt like this … It’s the pits. I’m a morgue rat. This is my rathole, perhaps my grave.”
The letter proved to be her downfall. For stealing the body and the hearse, she got eleven days in jail, a $255 fine, and was placed on two years probation with medical treatment recommended. Meanwhile, the mother of the dead man sued, claiming the incident scarred her psyche. She asked for $1 million, but settled for $117, 000 in general and punitive damages.

crimesandkillers:

Karen Greenlee is a necrophiliac. In 1979 she made national headlines when she drove off in a hearse and wasn’t heard from for two days. Instead of delivering the body to the cemetery she decided to spend some time alone with the corpse. Eventually, the police found her in the next county, overdosed on codeine Tylenol. She was charged with illegally driving a hearse and interfering with the burial (there is no law in California against necrophilia). In the casket with the body Karen left a four-and-a-half page letter confessing to amorous episodes with between twenty to forty dead men. The letter was filled with remorse over her sexual desires: “Why do I do it? Why? Why? Fear of love, relationships. No romance ever hurt like this … It’s the pits. I’m a morgue rat. This is my rathole, perhaps my grave.”

The letter proved to be her downfall. For stealing the body and the hearse, she got eleven days in jail, a $255 fine, and was placed on two years probation with medical treatment recommended. Meanwhile, the mother of the dead man sued, claiming the incident scarred her psyche. She asked for $1 million, but settled for $117, 000 in general and punitive damages.