was in tears lmfao
Every time I see something like this in my dash I am blown away. How can anyone post like this? Do they not see that it looks terrible? Do they think it will look different in everyone else’s dash? Do they not understand that is isn’t even a back and forth conversation? (which is for usually for instant messaging, emails, phone calls or morse code anyways) How can you just not know, or not care at all about the world around you or the people that follow you?
I honestly thought Tumblr’s new code made shit like this impossible. I still see these posts that go off of the page now and again. Shit like this, makes idiots with auto-play music look classy.
Fat Bastard: Unfortunately, my neck does look like a vagina.
Dr. Evil: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my submarine lair. It’s long, hard and full of seamen!
[laughs, then notices he isn’t getting any laughs from his submarine crew]
Dr. Evil: No? Nothing? Not even a titter? Tough sub…
Goldmember: Dr. Evil, we still have the ultimate insurance policy. May I present to you, the very sexual, the very toite, Austin Power’s fahza.
Dr. Evil: His what?
Number 2: His fahza, Dr. Evil.
Dr. Evil: His farger? What’s a farger?
Goldmember: His fahza. You know, the fahza.
Dr. Evil: You know Goldmember, I don’t speak freaky-deaky Dutch. Okay, perv boy?
Goldmember: Fahza, his dad, dad is fahza.
Dr. Evil: Oh, his dad. His *fa-ther*
Austin Powers: I am a sexy beast.
Dr. Evil: I haven’t laughed that hard since I was a little girl. Thank you.
Dr. Evil: Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
Austin Powers: Mole. Bloody mole. We aren’t supposed to talk about the bloody mole, but there’s a bloody mole winking me in the face. I want to c-u-u-t it off, ch-o-o-p it off, and make guacamole.
Goldmember: Dr. Evil, You look very toit. Yesh, toit like a toiger. Yesh Yesh Yesh.
Dr. Evil: You know, Goldmember? I don’t think that’s something one dude should say to another dude. Yeah. A little creepy. Mmhmm.
Austin Powers: Nice to mole you… meet you. Nice to meet you, Mole.
[to Foxxy as Basil & The Mole leave]
Austin Powers: Don’t say mole.
Foxxy Cleopatra: Now stop.
Austin Powers: I said mole.
Foxxy Cleopatra: Stop.
[Basil gestures him to hush]
Number Three: Bye.
Austin Powers: Mole.
[Basil & the Mole try again to leave]
Austin Powers: Mole.
[Basil warns him again to hush]
Austin Powers: Mole.
Basil Exposition: Oh, shut up!
Austin Powers: [Basil and The Mole walk out and Austin lets loose] Moley, moley, moley, moley, moley!
Goldmember: Would you like a shmoke und a pancake?
Austin Powers: A what?
Goldmember: A shmoke und a pancake. You know, a flapjack und a shigarette? No? Shigar und a waffle? No? Pipe und a crepe? No? Bong und a blintz? No? Well, then there ish no pleashing you.
Austin Powers: That’s not right…
Number 2: Dr. Evil, can you continue with your plan?
Dr. Evil: Of course, Number 2, our plan is SCOTTY DON’T.
Scott Evil: Oh, come on, you’re such a lame ass.
Scott Evil: [to Dr Evil] I hate you.
[to Austin]
Scott Evil: I hate you.
[to Foxxy]
Scott Evil: I don’t even know you but I hate you too.
[to Mini-Mi]
Scott Evil: And I ESPECIALLY hate you.
[to everyone]
Scott Evil: You’ll pay. YOU’LL ALL PAY!
[Scott runs away]
Dr. Evil: I’d just like to point out that no one else in my gene pool runs like a girl.
Dr. Evil: Our early attempts at a tractor beam went through several preparations. Preparations A through G were a complete failure. But now, ladies and gentlemen, we finally have a working tractor beam, which we shall call… Preparation H.
[Scott snickers]
Dr. Evil: What?
Scott Evil: Why don’t you just call it operation ass-cream, you ass.
Dr. Evil: I’m sorry, did you say you want some ice cream?
Scott Evil: Yes, I’d love some chocolate ass-cream.
Dr. Evil: Perhaps later.
Number 2: Dr. Evil, I love your plan.
Dr. Evil: You do?
Frau Farbissina: Yah. It’s a really good plan.
Dr. Evil: Yes Frau, on the whole Preparation H feels good.
[Scott resumes snickering]
Dr. Evil: What is it now?
Scott Evil: No, I totally agree with you. Preparation H does feel good… on the hole.
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