did you hear about the italian chef who died?
he pasta way
he just ran out of thyme
here today, gone tomato
his wife is still upset, cheese still not over it
we never sausage a tragedy coming
ashes to ashes, crust to crust
there’s just not mushroom for italian chefs in today’s world
I would love to exercise every night if I had that bike.I would ride this for hours if it had the music playing too.
One of my favorite pictures from the band trip! :D
I heard my dad say “That was a close call.”
I called the home phone from my room. He answered and I said, “No, this is a close call.”
He was proud.
I’ve paraphrased what my band director had told us in response to complaining that there wasn’t enough pictures in the yearbook.
This is raw stuff. Because, as he said, band is paramount in all of students’ memories. Band is “the soundtrack to their high school career.”
The soundtrack to their high school career.
We blared out our school’s fight song as students walked onto campus for possibly the first time, and we are going to blare out our Alma Mater as they walk among their high school diplomas. Keep that in mind the next time you see your high school band or remember them.The more I think about this, the deeper it gets.
Someone just fucking drew Gandalf in a suede chair, nbd.
or someone has the weirdest ass ever
cat riding dog (wearing sunglasses)
that dog has a frickin cELL PHONE WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL IS THIS