Fuck helmets, I’ll just wear my fearsome scowl to battle instead.
over 3 decades of groundbreaking advances in information technology and now here we are
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i dont know but http://www.ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.com/ is pretty amusing
http://www.ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.com/ IS CATS STUCK IN BOXES THIS IS FANTASTIC
coke you silly silly bastards
There’s sixty fucking two of them
they stopped at sixty two
|2004:||fear that people of the internet find me in real life.|
|2012:||fear that real life people find me on the internet.|
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
|Old People:||WHY, THANK YOU. YOU'RE SO KIND. EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS YOUNG MAN HELPING OUT THE COMMUNITY. WHOO, THIS GENERATION IS SO POLITE AND KIND. I WOULD PLAY BINGO WITH THIS YOUNG MAN ANY DAY. GOD BLESS YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOUL.|