causeallidoisdance:

no-this-is-jarod:

they got mad


Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”
So I’d be angry too if people kept this shit up every single year.

not to mention it’s just an annoying, old, dumbass joke.

causeallidoisdance:

no-this-is-jarod:

they got mad

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Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”

So I’d be angry too if people kept this shit up every single year.

not to mention it’s just an annoying, old, dumbass joke.

mariusperkins:

Beyond Belief: one picspam per episode

Frank: Bobo had been holding phony seances for trust fund kids looking for a thrill. He brought Sadie to one, and her natural sensitivity turned a fraudulent seance into a real affair. A particularly nasty specter came through and needed me to put it’s lights out.
Sade: I dare say Frank cut a dashing figure, mysterious and powerful, whilst most were running about hysterically.
Frank: You weren’t running about.
Sadie: I believe I forgot to.
Frank: You were lovely in the candlelight.
Sadie: You pushed that specter back into the ouija board from whence it came.
Frank: And you said thank you, and that was it for me.
Sadie: And I was already a goner, nought was left but to throw Bobo over for you.
Frank: Which you did directly. She took my hand.
Sadie: And never gave it back.

mariusperkins:

Beyond Belief: one picspam per episode

Frank: Bobo had been holding phony seances for trust fund kids looking for a thrill. He brought Sadie to one, and her natural sensitivity turned a fraudulent seance into a real affair. A particularly nasty specter came through and needed me to put it’s lights out.

Sade: I dare say Frank cut a dashing figure, mysterious and powerful, whilst most were running about hysterically.

Frank: You weren’t running about.

Sadie: I believe I forgot to.

Frank: You were lovely in the candlelight.

Sadie: You pushed that specter back into the ouija board from whence it came.

Frank: And you said thank you, and that was it for me.

Sadie: And I was already a goner, nought was left but to throw Bobo over for you.

Frank: Which you did directly. She took my hand.

Sadie: And never gave it back.