I mean, ok.

The pads of Chrome’s fingers brushed against Explorer’s making him/her shudder with anticipation.
It had been so long since anyone had touched him/her so intimately. Explorer had been alone for far too long—he/she could barely remember the days before Mozilla and Safari. The days before his/her exile.
But there was something about Chrome, whose gentle touch refreshed Explorer’s very being.
“I am going to fuck the Bing out of you,” whispered Chrome, as he/she inserted the Google add on.
Which gray box is darker?
Maybe you think that it’s the top one, but you’re wrong. They have the same color. Try covering the line between them. You’ll see.
I bet your finger is in your monitor now…
COOL :D
axls:
What do you think of this image?Destined to become a classic on the order of Dogs Playing Poker.
Definitely puts a different spin on that “Footprints” poem….
Are — are those nunchucks on the door handle?
ETA: I am not the first semi-astute Tumblrite to notice the alleged weapon(s?).
God suffers from what you do with your body.
TOO POWERFUL NOT TO REBLOG :(
Omg :(
TEACHER:
OTHER STUDENTS IN THE CLASS:
AND I’M JUST LIKE :
Follow Damn! That’s What She Said! for more!
^lil playa~~
so does this make me a fucked up individual or
this makes you my new favorite person




















