THIS IS SO PERFECT OMG
best post ever
the internet is over
everyone go home
what can I even say!
i laughed really loud at work
Can we talk about how the blinders are 20’s and have Andrew motherfucking Jackson on them, ie one of the biggest douchebags ever.
i’m sorry i still can’t believe it is not butter
The Schrodinger’s Butter is the best one. :)
There should be one called You’re Going To Eat This Shit Whether It’s Butter Or Not.
I do not think this is butter
Omg Schrodinger’s Butter
Simultaneously butter and not butter until you open the box………….
Bon Iver showed me his new tattoo. It is a tiny sparrow whose heart is exposed, and within the heart is a map of the world showing every place we’ve been together, and in every place we’ve been together is a tiny perfect rendition of us with our bodies entwined. He did the tattoo himself.
I have 200 posts in my queue.
this is slightly ridiculous.
angel discovering food <3
Dog Bodega Owner Is a Hit With Locals
By Scott Friedstein, FluffPo Correspondent
Business has been booming at a Queens bodega ever since its owner was unceremoniously let go and replaced with a dog.
“He’s just the coolest,” says a neighborhood youngster, referring to Giant, a black Lab. “Like, yesterday I wanted to buy some Twizzlers but I was a dollar short. He didn’t even say anything.”
In addition to his lenient sales policies, locals cite Giant’s equally strict adherance to tobacco laws.
“Oh yeah, good luck buying smokes from him without an ID,” says Ray Canterbury. “My grandmother just happened to forget hers, and he just wasn’t having it. He literally blocked the tobacco shelf — as if she was going to take the whole display. She’s 83.”
Still, residents wouldn’t have it any other way. “Come on, even the last guy would tell you a dog is way better,” Canterbury says, stepping up to the counter. “Isn’t that right, buddy? Who’s a good boy? Huh? Who’s a good boy? Uh, let me get a Powerball and some 9-volt batteries.”
Pug Immediately Regrets Buying Trampoline
A Seattle pug named Franklin saw a trampoline at Target and did what any other self-respecting American would in that situation — he slapped down his debit card and rolled that sucker home.
After a good hour scouting the perfect location and tending to some basic assembly, he was ready to hop on.
“He’s been bouncing for about five hours now,” says Gerald Robinson, one of about 40 onlookers who have encircled the hopeless pup. “You can tell he wants out, but he hasn’t been able to break the cycle. I sure hope he kept the receipt.”
“Murder or Suicide?”
A mind-blowing case