If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
THIS POST IS EVEN BETTER NOW BECAUSE I’VE ACTUALLY HAD THIS INTERACTION
Brother: So Misha Collins is a carpenter?
Brother: And he’s all about like peace and shit.
Brother: beloved by millions?
Brother: So he’s Jesus?
Me: Son of a bitch.
Well… PRAISE THE LORD
Kay but imagine Romano being a daddy— like he’d be the best dad in the world. sure he can be a sourpuss most of the time, but imagine how protective he’d be of his daughter/son. he’d buy his child Gucci and Armani and shit cuz that kid has to be fabulous. Ya got a crush on someone? let daddy teach you how to woo them. someone broke your heart? Motherfucker make way for Romano’s raging shitstorm.