lol oh tchaikovsky
tchaikovsky whta r u doing
tchaikovsky wat the fcuk is ur problem
The url of the person who posted this makes this so much funnier.
My little sister is getting made fun of at school because she’s adopted.
This is what she responded with “Well, my parents chose me. Your parents are stuck with you.”
“Ah, Perry the platypus!”
“What an unexpected -“
“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!”
“By societal convention!”
“Look! We’re in a fine dining environment. Everyone knows not to throw a scene in a fancy restaurant!”
“That’s right. You’re trapped. Sit down.”
This show is fucking brilliant.
|me:||oh i look nice in this picture|
|me:||i'm gonna use it as profile picture on all my social network accounts for the next 54 years|
This morning after I got finished with one desk shift, I was hungry and cold (behind the desk was a chilling 60 degrees), so I went to Burger King to get myself a crossanwich because them shits are delicious, but on the way there I passed by this old homeless woman sleeping on a city bench in front of the old courthouse.
It was about 44 degrees this morning for some ungodly reason—stupid weather—and I just felt so bad seeing her covered in a blanket/jacket combo with a big hat covering her head, trying to keep warm after staying out in the cold all night. Here I am, complaining about having to pay my state university a little over $600 for two summer classes when this woman had only the three or four baskets, boxes, and suitcases full of hopefully clothes and possibly knick knacks to trade with other (equally unfortunately) homeless people around town.
It occurred to me that I am in a service sorority. The organization I chose to be a part of is based on the foundation of serving the community—including those who don’t always have a roof over their heads when they go to sleep. In fact, one might argue that those people are the people about whom I should be more concerned!
Anyway, I get to Burger King and I buy my croissant and then I throw in a two-pack of these new Cinnabon mini cinnamon rolls they’ve got that replaced the original cini-minis (still kinda sad about that).
I drive back to her bench and pull up right in front of it, grab the cinnamon rolls and hand them to her. I figured she could have used a hot breakfast after being stuck in the cold all night.
She almost cried, told me “God bless you!” and thanked me profusely. She asked what the temperature was and visibly shivered when I told her, but thanked me again for the food.
I cried a little bit on the way back to my apartment. I just kept thinking about how I have all this excess in my life, and that woman was so incredibly grateful to have a small snack from an actual restaurant.
I just felt so good about everything after I left.
I hope she found somewhere warm to go. I actually really hope I don’t see her on the street again.
I’m really sexually frustrated and it has got to change soon.
Wearing an oversized shirt and no pants is probably the most comfortable thing of life.
how are we almost in june i swear we were in march 2 days ago
let’s be real when did it stop being 2007