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Hi, my name is Andrea. Here's some crap I felt like putting on the internet. Enjoy.Following
It’s really cold out. Here’s a picture of Pablo Escobar giving a cigarette to an ostrich to make it all better. Wait, it’s still -20 out? Well I’ll be damned. I tried.
Attention ladies of the world!!!!!!!!
(via thechocolatebrigade)
I wish this was hanging on the wall of the Buckhorn Bar, along with the 2-headed calf and badger with a cigarette in it’s mouth.
the nardog by robert marbury - urban beast project
This scares me more than Lady Gaga’s new video but I can’t stop watching it. Oh, hipsters. What will you think of next?
My Halloween costume… some people were offended by this.
Those people don’t have a sense of humor.
So I got a new job, where I get benefits like health insurance and being scared out of ever having a child thanks to all the baby crazed women I work with, and I’m not unemployed anymore. I have to get up early, and work for more than 4 hours at a time, and keep track of stuff and not just lie around all day. It’s rough. No one told me that the transition from unemployed bum to 9-5er was such a pain in the ass, so this is me telling you. IT SUCKS.
Can we just take a moment and look at how tiny Prince is? And can we take another moment and look at how badass Prince is?
Who has two thumbs and got a job today? THIS GIRL.
Old People Who Think Pigeons Are Their Best Friends
Listen, old people. Pigeons do not love you. Much like robots and the British, pigeons do not have the capacity to feel love. They only have the capacity to desire croutons. And when you spread infinity croutons across the grass outside MY house, for the purpose of making pigeons love you (WHICH WILL NEVER HAPPEN), the only result is infinite feces. I now have to walk upon feces-encrusted streets through a feces-encrusted world. Because of you and your delusions of pigeon love. Stop it.
(Click the link to read the rest. It’s good, I swear. Good enough that I want to kiss the author on the mouth.)
