Drunk Bastard
malformalady:

“Blood Lake” in Texas. Water levels in the reservoir receded, which, mixed with the warm weather, helped lower oxygen levels. The low oxygen levels prompted a fish kill and spurred the growth of  bacteria called Chromatiaceae, which thrive in such conditions. Chromatiaceae are purplish in color, prompting the “blood” red colors.

malformalady:

“Blood Lake” in Texas. Water levels in the reservoir receded, which, mixed with the warm weather, helped lower oxygen levels. The low oxygen levels prompted a fish kill and spurred the growth of  bacteria called Chromatiaceae, which thrive in such conditions. Chromatiaceae are purplish in color, prompting the “blood” red colors.

Heated arguments about Politics in G’s.
KONY 2012
Niggaflowski rapshit, sounds good as fuck.

You niggas is delirious, but I’m too fucking serious. My niggas roll up in the cut like what the fuck? Got my bros on deck with the hos yep! I don’t fuck with the fake shit, I’m TOO legit to quit. Watch out big troubles on the mic now, I knock all of ya’ fuckin’ lights out like Muhammad Ali and fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee. I play no games, I’m fucking insane and I run this game! I’m sober as fuck, no blunts or beer for kicks and cheers. I keep the mic steady as I spit this flame I keep going and going further to keep my shit straight. I’m sure these niggas is dumb as fuck looking like a duck I just shot with the slug shell. You better go to hell with that sin and dropped on ya’ chin. OHHH WHO IS THAT NI-GGGA HOW DOES HE RAP SO GOOD?!

Why Is Coffee Addictive?

fakescience:

Why Is Coffee Addictive?

So true.

I swear to god if anyone comes in my room one more time while I’m “studying”, someone is going to die.
Hooray, Happy Birthday to me.
YOU EAT THAT JELLY DONUT

YOU EAT THAT JELLY DONUT

Poem about Teacher’s

Teachers are nurtures. They help you when your down, They turn your frown upside-down. Worry about you, it doesn’t matter who. Teachers don’t care where you came from, they don’t what you’ve done in the past. They want to help you grow like a flower. The school is the garden, I am the flower, and the Teacher is the gardener. As I get smarter, I grow more beautiful, brighter and vibrant and bursting with intelligence. Teachers are always there, protecting me from harm. Teachers trust me as I trust them. They would take a bullet for me, they’re your best friends, and they’re my best friends.

By: Nigggaflowski