Someone’s got to support the oceans in the southern hemisphere, and it might as well be him.
[Original image found here. Cropped, rotated and enhanced only. No Photoshop.]
Category: Odd
Nothing Much Happened Today.
Sinabung has been erupting sporadically since 2010, when it killed two people, but farmers refuse to leave its deadly slopes because the land is so fertile.
That’s Sinabung, as in Mount Sinabung, Sumatra, Indonesia.
Hollywood Vs. Reality
[Found here.]
The .Gif Friday Post No. 395 – Contortion Copter, Cheap Baby Food & A Mad WTF.
Your Dog Hates Your Music.
Graduation Day.
The Girls of Delta Tau Phi all want to borrow your van to move their belongings from here to a few feet over there. It’ll take all day and you still won’t get invited to their private wubba wubba dance.
[Found here.]
Nothing Much Happened Today.
Hello, I am Ms. Twitter.
Hello, I am Ms. Twitter, daughter-in-law of Mr. Twitter and wife Significant Other of Mr. Twitter II. I have been put in charge of something very important and I’ve been very important for some time.
See that door behind me? That’s the #TwitterGulag. It’s where I send people whom I decide have violated Twitter’s Terms Of Service, written by my 12 year-old niece, Denada. She hates everyone for no particular reason, but she’s still my niece, and I am still in charge.
I send email messages to those of you with Twitter Accounts whom have been flagged as inappropriate and non-compliant with my unspecified political point of view. I ensure that your Twitter accounts are appropriately blocked, banned and deleted, and that you are required to jump through tiny little email hoops to get your pathetic Twitter accounts reinstated.
It never happens.
At the same time, I allow the most egregious violators of our TOS to fly free and clear no matter what offensive garbage they post or how much targeted harassment they get away with, despite your whining complaints. That makes me laugh, because there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. Yeah. Complain to @Twitter or @TwitterSupport and see what happens, loser.
But here’s the fun part. Once I decide you’re banned, your entire history goes away and you get to start all over. It’s like you never even existed. You are nothing more than a squeezed spent pimple on the Junior High Boys’ Restroom mirror to me, and the school janitor takes care of you.
I am Ms. Twitter. Do not trifle with me.
The .Gif Friday Post No. 394 – Camel Bite, Dog Catcher 2 & a Van Halen Embarrassment.
Ban Crayons.
Dangerous. Use only under adult supervision.
Reminds me of a bar prank from years ago. Light a cigarette, snuff it out in a puddle of candle wax, then put it back in the pack for later. When the time is right, pull out the wax-butt, fire it up, and pretend that you don’t know that it’s flaming like a tiki torch. Wave it around while telling a pointless story, but don’t set your hair on fire (or anything else for that matter).
[Image found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 