I'm mexican and what is cinco de mayo
does anyone have that picture of the skeleton and it’s like “BOY I DIE…SHIT BOY”
Haha last week my paycheck was stolen and today my car was robbed haha, anyone know of a good deep web site to place a hit on oneself haha? This is an Internet Joke and not a cry for help haha
reblog if it's okay to IM you
its okay to Immediately Murder me even if we aren’t mutuals
so I work at a pizza chain (we’ll just make up a name. blahmino’s?) and I just got off of the worst delivery I’ve ever had
on my very first fucking delivery of the night this stupid ass lady had no idea where she fucking lives. So there is a W. and an E. Union Ave. and each one has a number 113. and all she put was Union Avenue. So I called her and asked which one and she talked my ear off for five minutes giving me directions and I was like “OK so is that west or East” and she was like “oh it’s West” so I knock on the door and she didn’t answer and I called her again and now she’s like “oh it’s in the back of the house” so I go around back and they’re still no answer so I called her again and she’s like “oh it might be East” so I go fucking East and knock on the back door of 113 and there was still no answer and so I called her fucking again and she’s like “oh I’m sorry it’s actually West” and I was like “but I went around back” and she was like no, if you go around back you’ll see a house next to it
this entire time she was trying to get me to go to 115, not 113.
like I already suck at my job, I don’t need her to make my time any worse. and to top it all off she tipped me $.50 on a $50 order. That is literally less than 1%. Which is why I hate my fucking job.
ATTENTION! Please please PLEASE read this, ladies. Protect yourselves & make sure you stay far away from these locations. Check this link for your city!!! Be careful out there & please spread the word. http://archive.is/lhMKP
Oh my fucking god
ew what the fuck in hell
i was gonna b @ one of these places on saturday ummmm ima just reblog this in case u were too…
The San Francisco location takes place at the public transport station across from city college, where many students take a train home for the night after class. This is not a particularly noteworthy meeting place in the city, so the fact they chose to meet at this location next to the school, at 8 pm when it is DARK, is EXTREMELY suspicious. As far as I know, the other cities' meeting places were similarly strategically chosen. Please be very careful if you will be near any of these places.
just a note on that last post though, you can be feminist without actually owning a grenade launcher. many feminists cannot afford grenade launchers and choose to rent them from other, more powerful feminists, and thats ok! its even acceptable to just have a really big gun or a helicopter. its important to remember that grenade launchers are not a prerequisite of feminism, but only a common aspect.
John Green is a living refutation to the law of conservation of meaning. It is astounding. This man takes words which, by themselves, have meanings– perfectly good meanings, words which impart concepts or ideas which, when spoken to an English speaker, make understandable sense– and he manages, somehow, I have no idea how he does it, to arrange them in such a way that although they are grammatically correct, they mean absolutely nothing at all. Let me show you what I mean.
Read this sentence from the first page of his novel “The Fault in our Stars”:
Depression is a side effect of dying. Cancer is also a side effect of dying. Almost everything is, really.
What does any of this mean? The surrounding sentences gave little to no oh my god I really cant do this.
i was going to keep going and being honestly analytical but i couldnt possibly say anything to make you understand what i mean more than the sentence ‘cancer is also a side effect of dying’ on its own. just read that. just read those words, in that order,over and over. i cant take my eyes off it. fuck, look at it. look at this fucking sentence. this is an eldritch sentence. it’s like being in one of those rooms where all the walls are mirrors and seeing yourself reflected over and over infinitely. there’s not even an abyss of meaninglessness to gaze into because that would imply depth.
just realized you don’t need to say 6am or 6pm. we already know the m is there so just write like 6a or 6p. can’t believe no one figured this trick out before.
or you could do the easy thing and say 0600 and 1800
yeah like adding a bunch of unnecessary zeroes is easy. you piece of shit. you fucking coward
tag urself I’m homer in the bush or that weird kangaroo
its the no notes ghoast
tumblr’s code may change but no notes ghost stays the same
Tbh all of these fake stories going around and they’re so obvious but if any of them said “so I work in retail” id be “okay yeah” because the weirdest shit goes down when you work retail. It could say “so I work in retail and today Jesus came in and turned all our water bottles into wine” and I’d be like “shit that’s wild what’d your manager do”
when i first saw this i thought the kittens were the lawyers
Gravity Rush OST: Resistance and Extermination
by Kohei Tanaka