Next time a blocked number calls you answer like this: “Jim’s whore house. You got the dough, we got the hoe.”
Why does this not have any notes?
lol no “Nashville sperm bank, you squeeze it we freeze it. how may I help you?”
“Henderson’s Morgue, you stab em, we slab em, this is Eight Ball speaking.”
“Texas crematorium you kill ‘em we grill ‘em how can I direct your call?”
So a boyband walked onto the Britain’s Got Talent stage and everyone thought they were going to sing One Direction or something typical…and then they sung Stars from Les Miserables.
This is the best thing ever. Just listen to those harmonies <3
Simon’s face says “I like it against my will.”
IT’S EVERYTHING I EVER DREAMED
YES TO MORE ACTUAL TALENT IN SINGING COMPETITIONS.
nononono don’t do that you’re turning me on
gettin real tired of my own bullshit
*pulls out bread at wedding* i’d like to make a toast