this is defenitly my favorite post on tumblr
I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED THIS HARD IN MY LIFETIME
OH MY GOD WAIT THE DJ PLAYED THIS AT MY COUSINS WEDDING BY ACCIDENT DURING THE FIRST DANCE AND MY AUNT STARTED CRYING AND THEY COUULDNT SHUT IT OFF AND IT WAS JUST LIKE “covered booty, bare booty, sweaty booty, powder that booty”
what did I just listen to…
this is the theme song for tumblr
to all my big booty followers
This is amazing
My mothafuckin theme song
Huntin’ the booty
Talk to the booty
Stare at the booty….
why did I sit here and listen to this whole fucking thing
this is so soulful. ps did he say ‘walk in the booty’
I don’t think you understand how accurate this is.
this is so relevant it hurts.
this is supposed to be a meme about college seniors but i started college like this
Hell, I started kindergarten like this.
Nancy Wake, who has died in London just before her 99th birthday, was a New Zealander brought up in Australia. She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader. She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes. In June 1944, she led her fighters in an attack on the Gestapo headquarters at Montlucon in central France.
Ms Wake was furious the TV series [later made about her life] suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said.
Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore “such beautiful fruit.” Nancy retorted: “Don’t give me that French shit.”
DON’T GIVE ME THAT FRENCH SHIT.
Ms. Wake … had mixed feelings about previous cinematic efforts to portray her wartime exploits … “It was well-acted but in parts it was extremely stupid,” she said. “At one stage they had me cooking eggs and bacon to feed the men. For goodness’ sake, did the Allies parachute me into France to fry eggs and bacon for the men? There wasn’t an egg to be had for love nor money. Even if there had been why would I be frying it? I had men to do that sort of thing.”