Latest Posts by svenka-the-meme-lord - Page 8

I kinda feel like doing a thing... but what should i do?

Ok let's give it a try

I didn't get a doot doot...

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

Every single night...

from their shitty ass speakers and turning the volume up to max so you just suffer

I'm all of the above.

<|°w°|>

like/reblog if u are:

a bitch

a bastard

an all around fool

an omnipresent all-powerful being

a sparrow

c̵͙̳͕̈͛ụ̷̔r̸̗͎̽̓͗͜s̴̨̈́̿͘e̸͍̰̜͊̈́d̵̛̫̙͍͝͝

capable of moving at immense, incomprehensible speeds

an eldritch being

no one will know which one u chose! :D

Memes...

I drew SCP-391. I love her.

Me at 3 am

Evil.

Lord Peanut on his vacation in france

It's 3am and i'm laughing so hard.

H Ø Ŕ Ñ È Ț Š !!!

Reblog with an inside joke you have with your friends.

“Yes, Captain America has LEGS!”

Walter

Bottom Text

May i pet him now?

Welcome to another episode of why i shouldn't be allowed near any editing software

Nice

Jupiter Now Has 69 Moons

Our local gas giant has two more natural satellites added to its roster

nice

Just a quick Spycrab

<|°w°|>

:D

I did.

Lord Peanut on his vacation in france

Lord Peanut on his vacation in france

I have this saved on my phone and i have no idea why.

I spent 5 minutes trying to imitate the sound.

I failed.

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

Try me! ;D

If you pull out a packet of mustard from your pocket and just started to slurp it in front of me I will shank you

The Ritual was completed. But at what cost?

Pineapple of violence. What sins will it commit?

*nervous laughter*

O N E O F T H E M

If that isn't the funniest shit i've seen all week then i don't know

Bright: Guys where's the brain cell???

Kondraki: Oh, I threw it out the window on accident. Sorry.

Everyone: YOU WHAT?!

Bright: GODDAMNIT

Clef: That was the last one!

Clef: And YOU. FUCKING. THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW?!

un-snorp syndrome

the year is 2XXX, a family sits eating dinner. the son quietly eats his food, much to his mother’s dismay. “son. you’re not snorping your beans like you used too,” she says, frowning. the boy sighs, setting his fork down in defeat. “yes mother, i know. i just haven’t been feeling… snorpy lately.” the whole family gasps, staring at the un-snorpy boy in horror. a baby is heard crying in the distance. sirens begin to go off, echoing down the neighborhood. the front door is suddenly whipped open, the FBI pouring in like a flood. the boy cries, for he knows what has been done. he is taken away to snorp camp. and never seen again.