Bloggen buggade förra fredagen så jag kunde inte publicera något, vilket var förstås en katastrof för just den fredagen var KILLFREDAG. Men det fina med fredagar är att det alltid kommer nya. Och idag är det fredag igen. Och en killfredag dessutom. 1 2 3 nu kommer en lång scrollning hunkar från mig till dig, Jag vill tacka 925 för hjälp med bilder. Jag fick så många inskickade så det blir nog killfredag mycket snart igen. Tidigare killfredagar: Are you my phone charger? Because without you I'd die. Damn boy, are you a bra? Because you make me uncomfortable but society has brainwashed me into thinking I need you. Were you a boy scout because you sure have tied my heart in a knot Is your name Google? Because you’ve got everything I have been searching for. Do you play soccer? Because I think I’m gonna score tonight. (VM-edition) That’s a nice shirt. Can I talk you out of it? I don’t have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out? Are you a magician? Because Abraca-DAYUM. Hey boy are you today’s date? Because you’re a 14/10 Is that a space shirt? cause those abs are out of this world. (gif edition) Do you buy your pants on sale? Because at my house they would be 100% off Do you work at Starbucks because I like you a latte Do you have a mirror in your pocket because I can see myself in your pants. Boy is your name homework because I’m not doing you and I should be. you must be Windows 95 because you’ve got me feeling so unstable. (gif edition) if I were a stop light, I’d turn red everytime you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer. excuse me, I think you have something in your eye. oh wait, it was just a sparkle. you must be Cinderella, because I see that t-shirt disappearing by midnight. do you work for NASA? because you’re out of this world. if looks could kill you would be a weapon of mass destruction. you’re so sweet, you put hershey’s outta business. are you a parking ticket? because you’ve got FINE written all over you. If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable. if you were a burger at mcdonalds, you’d be named mcgorgeous.
