9th
Dear Future Me,
First off, you better be driving either a kick ass camero or the A-team van. That’s priority numero uno. And by now your rattail should hang down to your frickin knees. You can still slam dunk, obviously, and you’ve legally changed your name to Vanilla Thunder. Your wife, let me break it down, blonde, 6 feet tall, has an awesome rack and caters to your every need.
You’re still rockin’ the stonewash overalls because this look is working. Oh, and most importantly, you better be saving the world. If you became some lame, corporate sell out, just throw yourself off a cliff because you suck. And I icky boom-boom down.
- How I Met Your Mother, 5x10 The Window
(via fuckyeahmarilynmonroe)
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