Holy sheets, best day ever.

Yesterday, I came home and I was walking through the kitchen to my room and we actually have food now, I was like, "Oh my God! Yes! I can eat!" and I jumped around for a moment or two and then went into my room only to find new clothes, which are, hand-me-downs, but new clothes and shoes! I was so Holy shitted yesterday. New clothes and food.

Man, now I feel really poor...

Don't judge me.



Seriously.



Chuck Norris isn't pleased by it.
















Stop.​

 

Who cares?

 

Chuck Norris is pleased by your apparent suffering.

 

I obey his every command though. Why would he be displeased?

PS. Chuck Norris is 1/8th Cherokee. This has nothing to do with ancestry, the man ate a fucking jeep.​

 

The dinosaurs looked at Chuck Norris the wrong way once. ONCE.

 

luckkkkkkkkkkkkky

my dad better buy crap before break starts cause i have not had hot cheetos forever ;v

 

Because Chuck Norris is so intelligent that he can hate and love his followers and fans in the same time, while lifting up Taipei 101 with his little finger.

 

Chuck Norris isn't funny/important any more.

 

Watch it. He can make a paraplegic run for their life.​