REALLY. WAS THAT REALLY NECESSARY. LETS PUT ASIDE THE FACT THAT THIS TECHNIQUE LIKELY ENSURES BITS OF SHELL IN YOUR FANCY PINK TROUSER EGGS FOR BREAKFAST - REALLY ???REALLY HANNIBAL LECTER??? YOU CANNOT MUSTER THE EXTRA THREE SECONDS TO USE YOUR HANDS TO CRACK ONE DUMPY LITTLE EGG ??? BECAUSE - NO - IM HANNIBAL JESUS CHRIST FRANNIBAL AND MY GOD COMPLEX IMPEDES MY ABILITY TO CRACK A FUCKING EGG LIKE THE REST OF THE HUMAN RACE. WITH THEIR HANDS. THIS SERIAL KILLER DOESNT USE HIS HANDS. THIS CANNIBAL PAINSTAKINGLY PERFECTS THE PRACTICE OF CRACKING AN EGG ON THE EDGE OF A FUCKING SPATULA.
THE CANNIBALISTIC MURDERS ARE HELLO KITTY TOYS COMPARED TO THIS HORSESHIT
YOU DISGUST ME
TBH hannibal probably has some insaely obscure culinary reason for liking tiny bits of eggshell.
"this is your brain on hannibal"
I NEVER FUCKING NOTICED THE CHAIR THING AND NOW IM FUCKING DEAD
Dude you’ve been missing out cause this moment is poetry in motion
mother fucker is the most graceful and smooth ass bitch you will ever see
Sometimes I just feel inexplicably guilty for all the plants I’ve neglected to death.
Oh, HOLY SHITCAKES…
What, I was the only one who shouted “exactly!” at the screen when Mrs Tran said that?
That’s part of the communications disconnect I’ve been hammering away on. Because Sam is thinking that they’re brothers, and brothers don’t do that. But Dean’s mindset isn’t brother, no matter what he calls it. It’s PARENT.
John went to hell for Dean. Dean went to hell for Sam. Sam isn’t a parent, he can’t understand that level of love (and he shouldn’t). But because of that, he can’t understand how to tell Dean “it’s okay, I’m grown up now, you have to let go” in the way most teenagers learn how to deal with their parents - and Dean has no experience of disengaging from his own father, who held onto him even after death…. (and so did Bobby, for that matter).
*flappy hands* THAT!
Lies we tell our kids. Found this from the postsecret blog.
THEYRE ALL CUTE AND FUNNY UNTIL YOU GET TO THE LAST ONE AND THEN YOU ARE ASSAULTED BY FEELINGS
Bill O’Reilly stumps his female guests with one simple question.
OMG. Bill please.
Like, what did he expect them to say?
“Dad! Did you see that? Did you see me? Did you see what I did?”