they was talking real shit back then and i took it as a joke
"The Ivory Bangle Woman", so called because of the jewelry she was buried with, was seemingly one of the wealthiest women in Eboracum, or Roman York (UK). Archaeologists have recently proved that she was African.
White people are new to the earth new to wealth new to power and do not want to admit that black people taught them everything they know about living outside of the cold climate caves
me and my friend arriving at an all you can eat buffet
Young studs, hung jocks, and thick cocks
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Irish Guards remain at attention after one guardsman faints in London, England, June 1966.Photograph by James P. Blair, National Geographic
Something about this photo is hySTERICAL TO ME
so at a marching band competition last year, one of our people passed out in the middle of our show and we stepped over her and left her and prayed the trombones wouldn’t kill her and we got extra points from the judges
that is horrible
that is marching band
"if you hate school so much why do you even come"
i had a crush on this guy and i decided to pull a Pavlov on him by offering him whenever i saw him this brand of candy he seemed to really like and after a while whenever he saw me he got excited for a second then you could see his expression shift to wondering the why the hell was he so happy to see me and i swear it was the evilest thing but also the most hilarious i made a guy like me by conditioning him into associating me to a candy he liked
Hey, thanks for your thoughtful note, Cameron.
I think you misread my cartoon, though. I agree that you can take inspiration from being barefoot, or just about anything else. Hell, I’ve thought up more than my fair share of cartoons while daydreaming on the toilet. (And judging by your opinion of my work, surely you’re not surprised.)
But if your larger point is that art is completely subjective and can’t be judged by any objective merits, I’d disagree.
Think of your favorite song. What makes it great? Is it the instrumentation? The vocals? The thought provoking lyrics?
Now imagine someone farting into a kazoo.
A nice, long, wet fart into a kazoo.
Are they of equal merit, or can we judge one to be objectively better than the other?
Hell, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe all art is equal. And if so, I apologize.
I guess what I’m really trying to say is that I’ve got this album of kazoo farts that I think you’d love if you just gave it a chance.
I’d still take a bullet for them, but it’d annoy the shit out of me.
It’s not that complicated…
When I was a teenager, I was invincible. With each passing year I become increasingly more vincible.