
“Mommy said her tank’s almost empty. After this we’re gonna change the air in her tires.”
[Found here, via wirecutter.]

“Mommy said her tank’s almost empty. After this we’re gonna change the air in her tires.”
[Found here, via wirecutter.]

This is not an art class. It’s a conformity exercise in graphic plagiarism, and two kids in that class deserve an A. The *ahem* teacher deserves an F for taking the easy way out in order to please his/her employers and chumping the parents.
Please tell me I’m wrong.
[Found in here.]

[Found here.]
[Found here.]
This image encapsulates everything I ever felt about Saint Valentine’s Day when I was that age.
“Yeah. I kinda like you. I like you a lot. I love you. Kinda. Now go away. Now come back. I still like you. Kinda. Don’t tell anybody. I hate you. Okay, not. Sorta. Go away. Come here. Yeah, I kinda like you.”
[Image and story found here, and it had nothing to do with Saint Valentine’s Day until now. Click on the image for full effect.]
[Found in here.]