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So me and my friend are hammered and making a video for his youtube channel “DedicatedWinos” - SEND US QUESTIONS TO ANSWER AND WE’LL ANSWER THEM IN AN AMUSING FASHION.
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thecapitalhim:

So me and my friend are hammered and making a video for his youtube channel “DedicatedWinos” - SEND US QUESTIONS TO ANSWER AND WE’LL ANSWER THEM IN AN AMUSING FASHION.

SUBMIT THEM [HERE]

This is all true. We are live.

Send us love and Jonny will answer in his melodic British accent.

I feel sorry for kids these days. They get so much homework. Remember the days when we put a belt around our two books and carried them home? Now they’re dragging a suitcase. They have school all day, then homework from six until eleven. There’s no time left to be creative. The hardest part for me is when my thirteen-year-old is complaining about the workload. I agree with him. I’m supposed to be responsible and support the teacher. But it’s like, ‘You’re right, son. This is bullshit.’
Tom Petty  (via ceedling)
Fried chicken happened.
Nothing else matters.
Health consciousness to the mothafucking side.

Fried chicken happened.

Nothing else matters.

Health consciousness to the mothafucking side.

The story is as follows:
While calling it casual drinking (hilarious because I’ve been “casually” drinking my face off all week), my friend and I decided to order makeup since it’s sixty eyeshadows for TEN POUNDS [Here].
Oddly strong drunken choices.
Except he wants me to teach him makeup. I think we both know me teaching anyone about eyeshadow is like the blind leading the blind.
And then I proceeded to eat everything in sight including dipping savoury crackers in mayo which is gross in retrospect but tasted great then. 
And then my friends and I went to lie out under the stars which was beautiful. 
Then I cried for half an hour about things that aren’t going to happen for twenty fucking years.
Then my friend and I watched Drag U with the episode where Manila and her sister reconnect and I then proceeded to bawl for half an hour when Rachel told Manila that she feels like he ignores her because Julie said something like that to me a year ago and it’s still true since I suck at keeping in touch. 
Then I cried because I missed my sister; the best line out of that was, “I miss her because we’re really mean people who get each other.”
And then I was fine for the rest of the night. And morning since I only went home at 7. 

The story is as follows:

While calling it casual drinking (hilarious because I’ve been “casually” drinking my face off all week), my friend and I decided to order makeup since it’s sixty eyeshadows for TEN POUNDS [Here].

Oddly strong drunken choices.

Except he wants me to teach him makeup. I think we both know me teaching anyone about eyeshadow is like the blind leading the blind.

And then I proceeded to eat everything in sight including dipping savoury crackers in mayo which is gross in retrospect but tasted great then. 

And then my friends and I went to lie out under the stars which was beautiful. 

Then I cried for half an hour about things that aren’t going to happen for twenty fucking years.

Then my friend and I watched Drag U with the episode where Manila and her sister reconnect and I then proceeded to bawl for half an hour when Rachel told Manila that she feels like he ignores her because Julie said something like that to me a year ago and it’s still true since I suck at keeping in touch. 

Then I cried because I missed my sister; the best line out of that was, “I miss her because we’re really mean people who get each other.”

And then I was fine for the rest of the night. And morning since I only went home at 7. 

This summer just got so much better. 

I’m finally not drunk.
Jesus. 
That’s what I get for drinking 3/4ths of my litre bottle.
Ughhh now to get ready to do it all again! At least there’s fucking fried chicken involved this time.

I’m finally not drunk.

Jesus. 

That’s what I get for drinking 3/4ths of my litre bottle.

Ughhh now to get ready to do it all again! At least there’s fucking fried chicken involved this time.

Marina at the Studio Showcase in Zürich, Switzerland, May 25.

After watching RuPaul's shows for two months straight
Me: Oooo Gurlll what's the T?!
Others: What's the what? ... what is t?
Me: Is that a read?!
Others: Read? I don't like to read, I mean I read the Hunger Games, but then again who hasn't?
Me: You are serving ignorance realness right now!
Others: I'm walking away now...
Me: THE SHADE OF IT ALL!! *hops on pink unicorn and flies away leaving a rainbow trail*

sharonneedlesofficial:

anthxny:

Sharon Needles in Who Cares Cher

One of my favorite videos by Sharon and in general.

Tooch!!!!!

There was an entire month when I fucking said this EVERY time I got drunk.