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    Couch: flock-talk:I found a faux fur decor thing in a box so I tossed it on the couch today and Newt decided it was the most luxurious thing possible
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: flock-talk:I found a faux fur decor thing in a box so I tossed it on the couch today and Newt decided it was the most luxurious thing possible
                
            

            
            
flock-talk:I found a faux fur decor thing in a box so I tossed it on the couch today and Newt decided it was the most luxurious thing pos...

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Couch: Daughter: “Has anyone seen my phone?” Dad: “Yep, it’s on the couch.”
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: Daughter: “Has anyone seen my phone?” Dad: “Yep, it’s on the couch.”
                
            

            
            
Daughter: “Has anyone seen my phone?” Dad: “Yep, it’s on the couch.”

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Couch: Daughter: “Has anyone seen my phone?” Dad: “Yep, it’s on the couch.”
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: Daughter: “Has anyone seen my phone?” Dad: “Yep, it’s on the couch.”
                
            

            
            
Daughter: “Has anyone seen my phone?” Dad: “Yep, it’s on the couch.”

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Couch: wtxch:

Pablo Picasso (1881–1973)Deux nus couchés, 15 - 16 August 1972



coloured crayon and wash on paper
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: wtxch:

Pablo Picasso (1881–1973)Deux nus couchés, 15 - 16 August 1972



coloured crayon and wash on paper
                
            

            
            
wtxch:

Pablo Picasso (1881–1973)Deux nus couchés, 15 - 16 August 1972



coloured crayon and wash on paper

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Couch: Potato couch by cheapchuck
MORE MEMES
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: Potato couch by cheapchuck
MORE MEMES
                
            

            
            
Potato couch by cheapchuck
MORE MEMES

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Couch: Potato couch
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: Potato couch
                
            

            
            
Potato couch

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Couch: cuisses-de-tonnerre:
shoe-sheriff:


literallysame:

oh my god

They killed him


he is no longer here, he is sitting on the comfort couch

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: cuisses-de-tonnerre:
shoe-sheriff:


literallysame:

oh my god

They killed him


he is no longer here, he is sitting on the comfort couch

                
            

            
            
cuisses-de-tonnerre:
shoe-sheriff:


literallysame:

oh my god

They killed him


he is no longer here, he is sitting on the comfort couch


            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Couch: justcatposts:

either the biggest cat I’ve ever seen or the smallest couch
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: justcatposts:

either the biggest cat I’ve ever seen or the smallest couch
                
            

            
            
justcatposts:

either the biggest cat I’ve ever seen or the smallest couch

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            







    Couch: That’s a nice couch
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: That’s a nice couch
                
            

            
            
That’s a nice couch

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Couch: The weatherman’s dog has a small couch
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: The weatherman’s dog has a small couch
                
            

            
            
The weatherman’s dog has a small couch

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Couch: ups-dogs:On a dark and lonely night in the hills outside of Newberg, Oregon…a forlorn, feeble, famished, freezing, four-legged figure falters slowly towards my truck, trembling gingerly on arthritic limbs in the icy winter air.His grey muzzle and sorrowful eyes tell a sad tale of many years of hunger, pain and despair. A faint and sorrowful whimper emits from his throat as he gazes beseechingly at my bountiful box of biscuits, hoping against hope that I might ease his pangs of hunger and grant him one more night of survival by sharing a small morsel of sustenance with him.My heartstrings taut with compassion, I dig deep into my biscuit box and gently place 4 biscuits into his quivering jowls, praying with all my might that I have arrived in time to prevent his imminent starvation.And then…the magic happens.Like Popeye eating his can of spinach, an incredible transformation suddenly takes place. He is cured! The pain in his limbs is gone! His eyes sparkle! In less than a second, strength and vigor have returned to his formerly weak and malnourished body! In one bound he leaps from the steps of the truck and proceeds to to zoomies all about the yard like a puppy 12 years his junior, his speed turning him into a veritable blur, before running into the house thru his dog door. Through the living room window I see him leap up onto his spot on the couch next to the woodstove, a veritable blizzard of biscuit crumbs flying all over the lap of his human as he chomps happily away at the bounty of goodness that I have bestowed upon him. With tears of joy in my eyes I proceed to drive away, feeling a solemn pride in the knowledge that my generosity has saved this once-suffering dog from what was most certainly an imminent death from starvation. And to those of you who claim that I have merely been bamboozled and bewitched out of biscuits by a canine con artist, I say this; I am a trained professional with years of experience. Do I REALLY look like a guy who could get manipulated out of treats by a mere dog?By Scott Hodges
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: ups-dogs:On a dark and lonely night in the hills outside of Newberg, Oregon…a forlorn, feeble, famished, freezing, four-legged figure falters slowly towards my truck, trembling gingerly on arthritic limbs in the icy winter air.His grey muzzle and sorrowful eyes tell a sad tale of many years of hunger, pain and despair. A faint and sorrowful whimper emits from his throat as he gazes beseechingly at my bountiful box of biscuits, hoping against hope that I might ease his pangs of hunger and grant him one more night of survival by sharing a small morsel of sustenance with him.My heartstrings taut with compassion, I dig deep into my biscuit box and gently place 4 biscuits into his quivering jowls, praying with all my might that I have arrived in time to prevent his imminent starvation.And then…the magic happens.Like Popeye eating his can of spinach, an incredible transformation suddenly takes place. He is cured! The pain in his limbs is gone! His eyes sparkle! In less than a second, strength and vigor have returned to his formerly weak and malnourished body! In one bound he leaps from the steps of the truck and proceeds to to zoomies all about the yard like a puppy 12 years his junior, his speed turning him into a veritable blur, before running into the house thru his dog door. Through the living room window I see him leap up onto his spot on the couch next to the woodstove, a veritable blizzard of biscuit crumbs flying all over the lap of his human as he chomps happily away at the bounty of goodness that I have bestowed upon him. With tears of joy in my eyes I proceed to drive away, feeling a solemn pride in the knowledge that my generosity has saved this once-suffering dog from what was most certainly an imminent death from starvation. And to those of you who claim that I have merely been bamboozled and bewitched out of biscuits by a canine con artist, I say this; I am a trained professional with years of experience. Do I REALLY look like a guy who could get manipulated out of treats by a mere dog?By Scott Hodges
                
            

            
            
ups-dogs:On a dark and lonely night in the hills outside of Newberg, Oregon…a forlorn, feeble, famished, freezing, four-legged figure fal...

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Couch: welcometoanalcrossing:

It’s all fun and games until Resetti sits down on the couch next to you
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: welcometoanalcrossing:

It’s all fun and games until Resetti sits down on the couch next to you
                
            

            
            
welcometoanalcrossing:

It’s all fun and games until Resetti sits down on the couch next to you

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Couch: lol-coaster:

Couch Pilot Games on Youtube
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: lol-coaster:

Couch Pilot Games on Youtube
                
            

            
            
lol-coaster:

Couch Pilot Games on Youtube

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Couch: epicjohndoe:

So My Cat Took My Spot On The Couch
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: epicjohndoe:

So My Cat Took My Spot On The Couch
                
            

            
            
epicjohndoe:

So My Cat Took My Spot On The Couch

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Couch: cupcakeshakesnake:
thesouthernjedi:

roachpatrol:

ghostymcspooky:

soloontherocks:

notanotherreyloblog:

thebaconsandwichofregret:

azumariko:

he was on TATOOINE you fucking loser

Obi-Wan can find an invisible planet hidden by a devious Sith Lord, Anakin can’t find his ex-best friend on his own home planet while the guy is still using his own damn name.
I know we give Obi-wan a lot of shit for leaving Luke with his real surname but Anakin really is that stupid

the perfect hiding place: the sandiest fucking planet that anakin would never set foot on again

I’d like to remind everyone again that it’s literally canon that Vader can’t step foot on Tatooine because the desert gets into his creaky old man robot joints and makes his suit break down
aka the sand is coarse, rough, irritating, and gets everywhere 

i  d o n t  l i k e  s a n d

okay but what if everyone was like ‘vader, kenobi’s on tattooine. he’s obviously on tattooine. he’s been there for years. he’s just right fucking there, we all know it.’ and vader is just desperately shaking down jedi like they’re magic eight-balls and he wants a better fortune. like ‘no i don’t like that try again’. 
kenobi’s just sitting there in his pile of sand like a smug fucking bastard. he doesn’t need to hide jack shit. he went to the tattooine board of tourism and got them to print up flyers that say ‘COME TO TATTOOINE, WE HAVE SAND’ and luke is probably going to be safe until his midlife fucking crisis at this rate.
palpatine finds vader aimlessly checking behind pieces of furniture in some shitty space motel on kamino
‘he’s on tattooine,’ palpatine says. 
‘nuh uh,’ vader says, and peers under a couch.


peers under a couch


This is the best Star Wars post I have read in a while. 

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: cupcakeshakesnake:
thesouthernjedi:

roachpatrol:

ghostymcspooky:

soloontherocks:

notanotherreyloblog:

thebaconsandwichofregret:

azumariko:

he was on TATOOINE you fucking loser

Obi-Wan can find an invisible planet hidden by a devious Sith Lord, Anakin can’t find his ex-best friend on his own home planet while the guy is still using his own damn name.
I know we give Obi-wan a lot of shit for leaving Luke with his real surname but Anakin really is that stupid

the perfect hiding place: the sandiest fucking planet that anakin would never set foot on again

I’d like to remind everyone again that it’s literally canon that Vader can’t step foot on Tatooine because the desert gets into his creaky old man robot joints and makes his suit break down
aka the sand is coarse, rough, irritating, and gets everywhere 

i  d o n t  l i k e  s a n d

okay but what if everyone was like ‘vader, kenobi’s on tattooine. he’s obviously on tattooine. he’s been there for years. he’s just right fucking there, we all know it.’ and vader is just desperately shaking down jedi like they’re magic eight-balls and he wants a better fortune. like ‘no i don’t like that try again’. 
kenobi’s just sitting there in his pile of sand like a smug fucking bastard. he doesn’t need to hide jack shit. he went to the tattooine board of tourism and got them to print up flyers that say ‘COME TO TATTOOINE, WE HAVE SAND’ and luke is probably going to be safe until his midlife fucking crisis at this rate.
palpatine finds vader aimlessly checking behind pieces of furniture in some shitty space motel on kamino
‘he’s on tattooine,’ palpatine says. 
‘nuh uh,’ vader says, and peers under a couch.


peers under a couch


This is the best Star Wars post I have read in a while. 

                
            

            
            
cupcakeshakesnake:
thesouthernjedi:

roachpatrol:

ghostymcspooky:

soloontherocks:

notanotherreyloblog:

thebaconsandwichofregret:

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    Couch: Unknown to Kenobi, he was also being rigorously hunted
 ortured several Jedi in order to
 find kenobi's whereabouts, and sparing no expense to do
 This would work to Vader's disadvantage, however
cupcakeshakesnake:

thesouthernjedi:

roachpatrol:

ghostymcspooky:

soloontherocks:

notanotherreyloblog:

thebaconsandwichofregret:

azumariko:

he was on TATOOINE you fucking loser

Obi-Wan can find an invisible planet hidden by a devious Sith Lord, Anakin can’t find his ex-best friend on his own home planet while the guy is still using his own damn name.
I know we give Obi-wan a lot of shit for leaving Luke with his real surname but Anakin really is that stupid

the perfect hiding place: the sandiest fucking planet that anakin would never set foot on again

I’d like to remind everyone again that it’s literally canon that Vader can’t step foot on Tatooine because the desert gets into his creaky old man robot joints and makes his suit break down
aka the sand is coarse, rough, irritating, and gets everywhere 

i  d o n t  l i k e  s a n d

okay but what if everyone was like ‘vader, kenobi’s on tattooine. he’s obviously on tattooine. he’s been there for years. he’s just right fucking there, we all know it.’ and vader is just desperately shaking down jedi like they’re magic eight-balls and he wants a better fortune. like ‘no i don’t like that try again’. 
kenobi’s just sitting there in his pile of sand like a smug fucking bastard. he doesn’t need to hide jack shit. he went to the tattooine board of tourism and got them to print up flyers that say ‘COME TO TATTOOINE, WE HAVE SAND’ and luke is probably going to be safe until his midlife fucking crisis at this rate.
palpatine finds vader aimlessly checking behind pieces of furniture in some shitty space motel on kamino
‘he’s on tattooine,’ palpatine says. 
‘nuh uh,’ vader says, and peers under a couch.


peers under a couch


This is the best Star Wars post I have read in a while. 

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Couch: Unknown to Kenobi, he was also being rigorously hunted
 ortured several Jedi in order to
 find kenobi's whereabouts, and sparing no expense to do
 This would work to Vader's disadvantage, however
cupcakeshakesnake:

thesouthernjedi:

roachpatrol:

ghostymcspooky:

soloontherocks:

notanotherreyloblog:

thebaconsandwichofregret:

azumariko:

he was on TATOOINE you fucking loser

Obi-Wan can find an invisible planet hidden by a devious Sith Lord, Anakin can’t find his ex-best friend on his own home planet while the guy is still using his own damn name.
I know we give Obi-wan a lot of shit for leaving Luke with his real surname but Anakin really is that stupid

the perfect hiding place: the sandiest fucking planet that anakin would never set foot on again

I’d like to remind everyone again that it’s literally canon that Vader can’t step foot on Tatooine because the desert gets into his creaky old man robot joints and makes his suit break down
aka the sand is coarse, rough, irritating, and gets everywhere 

i  d o n t  l i k e  s a n d

okay but what if everyone was like ‘vader, kenobi’s on tattooine. he’s obviously on tattooine. he’s been there for years. he’s just right fucking there, we all know it.’ and vader is just desperately shaking down jedi like they’re magic eight-balls and he wants a better fortune. like ‘no i don’t like that try again’. 
kenobi’s just sitting there in his pile of sand like a smug fucking bastard. he doesn’t need to hide jack shit. he went to the tattooine board of tourism and got them to print up flyers that say ‘COME TO TATTOOINE, WE HAVE SAND’ and luke is probably going to be safe until his midlife fucking crisis at this rate.
palpatine finds vader aimlessly checking behind pieces of furniture in some shitty space motel on kamino
‘he’s on tattooine,’ palpatine says. 
‘nuh uh,’ vader says, and peers under a couch.


peers under a couch


This is the best Star Wars post I have read in a while. 

                
            

            
            
cupcakeshakesnake:

thesouthernjedi:

roachpatrol:

ghostymcspooky:

soloontherocks:

notanotherreyloblog:

thebaconsandwichofregret:

az...