The place where I express my undying love for Mark Hoppus and stupid jokes and where I fully accept that I dig fanfiction.
In the Canadian province of Saskatchewan it is so flat that one can watch their dog run away for three days.
The reason Canadian’s are so nice is easily explained. Once a year, on the sixth full moon all Canadian’s gather beneath the stars and perform a ritual that sucks all their meanness and cruelty and places it in Canadian Geese.
can tom delonge just put his lip ring back in and we can all just go back to 1999 and be happy