Because we’ve had a week filled with mediocre actors who are really famous for some reason, sexy animals, Twilight and TK’s abominable Palibeiber, I figured we could all use a break from the madness and enjoy us some Katy Perry. Nothing sooths the tortured soul like a talented songstress regaling us with tales of the moist dreams of the teenage ilk and skintight jeans. Also: boobies. Enjoy your musical interlude.

And just because I love you knuckle-dragging troglodytes so fucking much and I know you dig ‘em: some Creed. What can I say I’m feeling generous today.

(Via The Daily What)

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