i love the Women Against Feminism that are like “I dont need feminism because i can admit i need my husband to open a jar for me and thats ok!” cause listen 1. get a towel 2. get the towel damp 3. put it on the lid and twist. BAM now men are completely useless. you, too, can open a jar. time to get a divorce
OMG I want the Squirtle tank top!
baby goats playing on other animals
everything is a playground when you’re a baby goat
pretty girls with a messy bun and baggy shirts look hot as fuck but when I do it it’s like I’ve been doing drugs for 5 days straight
Saturday Chores #1, March 8, 2014
This was our very first counter-protest. It happened on a bit of a whim. There’s no big box hardware store very close to where we live, so Grayson and I were driving toward a suburb of Raleigh called Cary, which runs over with strip malls. I had gotten a gift card to Home Depot for my birthday, and we decided to get supplies for a garden box. We passed the clinic on the way.
Grayson and I both grew up not too far away, and we’ve seen the clinic in question hundreds of times. But for some reason, on this morning in particular, the protestors got under our skin a little more than normal. Grayson suggested that we make a sign that said “Weird Hobby” and point at one of the protestors. We tried to buy poster board at Home Depot, but they don’t carry it. As we were leaving, I ripped a vinyl sale sign off of a display and took a Sharpie to it. We posted the results to Instagram and Facebook, and people flipped.
So, we vowed to continue our Saturday Chores.
I have never thought about it in this context
that’s actually really, really creepy.
I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.
When you’re feeling down and out, REAL friends be like
Pls helb poof birb obtain millet seeb.
Professor Cop Who Gets Away With Murder.
I would like to thank the letters C & S.
They call me The Pedestrian
Little civilian casualty
Super customer service representative
Bad motherfucking white college bro
Human Meth Mouth
Super forgotten junkie
The amazing corpse on life support
The amazing meth mouth… XP
The amazing functional alcoholic
the great corpse on life support
They call me the whats his name
They call me the Invisible Pedestrian. They never see me coming
It is I, the corpse on life support
All hail Just Another Hardworkin Immigrant
IT IS I, THE SELF MEDICATING VETERAN!
I’m dying! Really!? I gotta be a crazy druggy… Sounds about right…
Little Black man in America…
The Invisible Hardworkin Immigrant
It is I, the Civilian Casualty