My boss, who is a grown woman with children my age, just whispered, “Oh, this is going to be so fucking efficient,” before spraying Febreze directly into the ceiling fan and proceeding to cough her guts out when it blew back in her face.
All I know is my dash is 90% more nudity than ever before, now.
we got no jobs, no future, no planet or economy or society that haven’t been fucked up by the generations before us, but you know what we have tons of?
My friend and I are discussing various English/UK accents and I just fucking blurted “Australian accents are like if Britain had a Texas” and guys I feel like I’ve cracked the goddamn code
There are 4 types of responses to this post
1) “I’m Australian/British/a Texan and this is fucking disgusting/offensive/problematic and here’s why”
2) “I’m Australian/British/a Texan and you’re absolutely right and I hate you for it”
3) Actual smart linguistics/etymology people describing the progression of accents and proving how big of a dumbass I am
4)
Nicole: Hey, have you seen Waverly?
Wynonna: No, not since lunch. Why?
Nicole: I felt like it’s time to take our relationship to the next level.
Wynonna: You’re already engaged…?
Nicole: I got us matching flannels.
Wynonna: You already have? matching? flannels?
Nicole: But these have a unicorn stitched on the shoulder.
Wynonna: She’s gonna fucking love that.
(original meme) (ko-fi for a starving artist) Note: I appreciate all the love this gets, but if you’re going to repost this on somewhere like Pinterest, at least have the decency to credit me, will you?
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