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“The more well-endowed goat took a liking to the other one and I swear it was traumatic. There was a lot of crying and goat noises and I felt incredibly guilty and I didn’t know what to do. I had homosexual goats… so I sent them off to Sonoma” – adrien brody

if I had a farm, undoubtedly, I’d love my gay kids just as much as my hetero ones. just sayin’.
I wonder, how long before peta and glaad do a cross over promo for gay animal rights?


reading harry potter and… fuck, I can’t even remember the full name anymore… reading the seventh harry potter book for the one and only time was, for me, 9 hours of bawling my eyes out and silently cursing j.k. rowling for killing all my favorite characters. but the thing I really, really, REALLY disliked about harry potter and the extended camping trip was that damned half assed, full of fail, barely ten page long epilogue.

if you’re gonna do an epilogue, especially after a decently solid ending to a novel, don’t call that shit in on your iphone while getting a pedicure in the bahamas from a banana hammock clad cabana boy, alright? I would have much rather been able to think up my own happily ever after for the potter brats, instead of having it watered down and spoon fed to me.

that being said, what is sure to be a movie I will fight claw and tooth refusing to see before being dragged to the theatre by my mother, and ultimately omg loving it, is currently filming the worst epilogue in the history of film.

late 30's =/= to middle age

being in your late 30’s is NOT equal to being 50. I don’t care how many avada kedavra spells the kid wonder has dodged, no one that age looks that old unless they’ve been gargling with scotch and snorting coke off a squib’s ass for 15 years straight. SAUCE