February 2012
27 posts
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A Gordon Ramsay Poem
gordonramsaypoetry:
Bread’s dreadful Wet chewy dough, damn. Wowwowwowwow. Strands of mozzerella.
It’s soaking wet It’s bland and it’s a thousand miles away from anything called focaccia let me tell you
you’re an airhead who’s got her head stuck in the clouds. this is business.
A Gordon Ramsay Poem
gordonramsaypoetry:
A stunning ravioli. It has that wow factor. Holy crap, holy crap. Holy crap. The scallops. The FUCKING risotto.
A Gordon Ramsay Poem
gordonramsaypoetry:
What the hell is this? I must have some boiled shrimp. Are you proud to serve that food? Fresh frozen? Blimey. You don’t give a fuck about food.
Gordon Ramsay poetry is my new favourite thing in the world.
“It was the most erotic moment of my life, up until then at least.”
– Something Old Rose said to a room filled with creepy dudes and her granddaughter in Titanic. (via bobbyfinger)
Because the world needs more Neely.
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January 2012
40 posts
louiswalsh:
The third rule of Fight Club is to have fun and try your best.
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Watchproto-merkabah:
finnishmidnight:
thankyousirmayihaveanother:
akechi-bellflower:
It’s an unwritten rule of Tumblr that if this appears on your dash, you have to reblog it.
And now it’s written.
going through my old blog to find shit to spam you guys
and then this
fuck
Yeah, there’s no rule. I didn’t claim that there should be one, since I obviously posted this video.
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Movies from an Alternate Universe →
They’re all perfect!