platonictimeswithfassbender:

Some friends have a “code” to get the other out of a date that isn’t going well, like sending a call or a text so you can say, “Oh my God, _________ has happened.  It’s an emergency.”

Not Michael.  I send him a text and he shows up dressed like the T-1000.  I’m like, “Shit, I’ve got to go!” and he’ll literally crash-walk through the restaurant window and start chasing me with Robert Patrick whiplash hands.

One time he chased me through a mall.  We destroyed an American Girl Doll Store and busted a bunch of bins at the Sweet Factory.  It was the best aborted date ever.

So many crying children, so many broken dreams.

t-a-c:

prokopetz:

Level 1: Prophecy proclaims that no man can kill villain; killed by woman.

Level 2: Prophecy proclaims that no weapon can harm villain; pushed down stairs and dies.

Level 3: Prophecy proclaims that villain will be brought low by no mortal hand; kicked to death by angry mob.

Level 4: Prophecy proclaims that no power on Earth shall be villain’s undoing; fatally distracted by sun in eyes.

Level 5: Prophecy proclaims that only power of laughter can defeat villain; beat up by clown.

Level **: Prophecy claims that villain cannot be killed by man nor beast, at day or night, or inside or outside. He is killed in a doorway at sunset by a half-man, half-lion

(this is actual Hindu myth)