Now if you could just…
*turns screen*
Pretty sure
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Pretty sure
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Badipoitydippitydoppitydiipptdoppity
A lucky boom boom yeah
Badipoitydippitydoppitydiipptdoppity
A lucky boom boom yeah
Me, sucking on a lollipop for no narratively cohesive reason: no
Me, sucking on a lollipop for no narratively cohesive reason: no
Me, with a mouthful of blood, maintaining steady eye contact: twice a day
Me, with a mouthful of blood, maintaining steady eye contact: twice a day
Thanksgiving is tomorrow
Thanksgiving is tomorrow
- Donald J Trump, moron
- Donald J Trump, moron
This was long ago, in the time of Maria Conchita Alonso…
*stares wistfully into the fire*
…the little shell
This was long ago, in the time of Maria Conchita Alonso…
*stares wistfully into the fire*
…the little shell
Me: well, same then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Me: well, same then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Washington sports fans need to STOP yelling “O” during the national anthem
This isn’t Baltimore, hon
Stop it
Washington sports fans need to STOP yelling “O” during the national anthem
This isn’t Baltimore, hon
Stop it
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Recruiter: I mean questions about the job, Jesus Christ
Recruiter: I mean questions about the job, Jesus Christ
The answer, you’ll be shocked to find, is money. Airlines make more money when they treat us like shit. They make us miserable, not on purpose, but as a side-effect (bonus?) of squeezing every penny out of every flight
The answer, you’ll be shocked to find, is money. Airlines make more money when they treat us like shit. They make us miserable, not on purpose, but as a side-effect (bonus?) of squeezing every penny out of every flight
*jingles keys*
Highway… to the Danger Zone
*puts sunglasses in shirt pocket*
Party rock…in the house
*slow drag on a cigarette*
Groove...in the heart
*jingles keys*
Highway… to the Danger Zone
Before it became HOT 99.5 in 1999, WGAY played light easy listening music, then something called “Jammin’ Oldies”
The signs were the source of endless juvenile giggles to which my mother would respond “grow up”
Before it became HOT 99.5 in 1999, WGAY played light easy listening music, then something called “Jammin’ Oldies”
The signs were the source of endless juvenile giggles to which my mother would respond “grow up”