Jack is watching it and trying to explain to me all this nonsense happening and I’m just like “why...
Sending mass e-mails to your friends with numerous attached photos of your damn babies doing things like looking down on the ground and pointing to something in the distance is SO 2011. No, wait. It’s SO 1925! Get a fucking Flickr account, woman!


Should I be worried that my cat can stomach flaming hot Doritos Burn but I cry a damn river when I eat it? Time for a margarita. Oh yeah!
(via PROOF that the earth is only 6000 years old)
This leaves me with only one question. What will I do once I have neither scripture nor science to back me up?
Can you see the fallacy in this argument?
(via shortformblog)
In fact, I’m as bored as…
…a cat in a room without corners.
…a finger without a painted nail.
…toast without butter.
…a handbag on the back of a cubicle door.
…a blonde with a brain.
I AM BORED.