- person: but what if your parents had aborted YOU
- me: well okay for starters i wouldn't have been forced to hear that stupid ass comment you just made
- me: wow i finally understand math
- moves on to next question
- me: what the hell is this
why is there ham on this cat
“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”
the last sentence
There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.
If you repeat a lie often enough, it becomes truth [politics religion]
It can also become advertising.