1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS
Guys Ten couldn't carry the Olympic torch
literatigeek: if he did Donna would see it on television, recognize him and thus her mind would burn up. Eleven has realized this and thus he’s now carrying it to save her life. He’s got it under control.
A Beauty but a Funny Girl: AM I WISHING FOR... →
blogthatmustnotbenamed: AM I WISHING FOR FOUNDERS OR MARAUDERS? BUT WHAT ABOUT LIFE AFTER HOGWARTS? WHAT ABOUT ALL OF THE NEW WEASLEY GRANDKIDS? WHAT ABOUT ALL OF THE PEOPLE IN THE WIZARDING WORLD WE NEVER GOT TO MEET AND ARE PROBABLY REALLY AWESOME? WHAT ABOUT THE ORIGINAL WIZARDING WAR AND THE ORIGINAL ORDER? OR WHAT…
blogthatmustnotbenamed: WHAT IF IT’S SOMETHING ABOUT THE AMERICAN WIZARDING SCHOOLS?!
danrdarrenc: cloverhigh: imagine a world where everyone was assumed gay until they came out as straight
I want your love And I want your revenge
I have no regrets making this