My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.
"Welcome to Supernatural, the straightest of straight shows with absolutely no homoerotic subtext whatsoev- "
"Well, I mean, maybe that’s just coincid-"
there’s this commercial on tv now for supernatural and they’re basically like “The Winchester brothers are back for more mysterious and dangerous adventures” and then
they fucking show this clip
and I just can’t even imagine what people that don’t watch supernatural will think of this show