I was on my way to work, zoned out listening to some old school Shania Twain to get my life right, when two construction worker types got on the train at Penn Station. They were both middle-aged white guys with Long Island accents, mustaches, dirty jeans — the type of guys you’d expect to see on a building site. I caught a piece of their conversation when the music died before the song changed, and I decided to record them.
(Source: vigilantespanties)
i cant believe someone scanned a poptart
I can’t believe someone scanned the least tasty poptart.
“The least tasty poptart.” excuse yoself, mahfucka. Cherry is the SHIT.
It’s funny that you like cherry so much and yet you can’t tell that this is strawberry. Cherry has all-red sprinkles.
I’m colorblind, you ableist prick.
THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T CORRECT SOMEONE WITH FACTS YOU CAN’T KNOW. GAWD.
CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE, CIS SCUM.
Welcome to Tumblr, everyone.
Land of Cis Poptarts.
I have nothing else to add.
And yet you added something.
(Source: iamabutt)
Use Google maps to create a personalized envelope. Read the comments for details on how to orient the map in order to get this to work even if your letter is traveling from east to west or south to north.
(via Craziest Gadgets)