Me: I really can’t stay.
Bed: But baby, it’s cold outside.
At the grocery store. Orange juice was available as:
- No Pulp
- With Pulp
- MORE Pulp
- LOADED With Pulp
They did not have the other levels which are, in order of increasing pulpitude:
- Loaded With Even More Pulp
- Extra Loaded With Lots Of Pulp
- Holy Shit, That’s A Lot Of Pulp
- Seriously. There’s A Lot Of Pulp In This Motherfucker.
- Stop Fucking With Me. Who Would Want This Much Pulp?
- I’m Not Fucking With You. There’s So Much God Damned Pulp In This Sumbitch That You Should Forget A Straw Because You’ll Need A Fucking Ladle.
- Screw The Ladle. Get A Carving Knife.
- No Longer Juice. Slightly Damp Pulp.
- An Orange
Ag
When I was 14, I went to a 5-week summer music program — in other words, band camp. It took weeks of begging and a 9-hour car drive to finally get there, but when I did I was elated. I was 500 miles away from home and I got to play music 24/7 — what else could a young music geek ask for?
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[via]I have never seen a bachelor frog meme that doesn’t apply to me. That says a lot about my character.
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