With cats being so persnickety about everything, why can’t they put their goddamned hairballs in their litterbox like everything else? #morningpresent
Just twenty years have totally changed the implication of the sentence:
“My anus went viral.”
Which implication is worse, the old or the new, is hard to say. I suppose it depends on what virus your asshole has sprouted, in the one case, and whether you’re some kind of anal exhibiting sex professional in the other.
Now, a combination of the two would just be the worst. Like: “I caught a terrible ass virus, and some asshole doctor (in both senses) tweeted a picture of it, which went viral. #fml”
Tis a funny old world, isn’t it?
I like how historical military reenactors are completely obsessive about getting every detail of their kit right but then don’t bother to lose weight.
I’m sure there were a couple of portly Confederate soldiers in the American Civil War, but modern reenactments looks like they’re put together by a balloon animal artist.
Cats are the only creatures that can relax aggressively.
When you’re in someone’s house for the first time and you see they own a set of bongos, it’s very much like finding an improperly stored firearm: this person is trouble.
Is getting offended about people being offended a satirical critique of the blurring of the subject/object lines in our social media worlds, or are some people just unconscious dickheads with no capacity for self-reflection?
I’ll know I’ve been living in Asia for too long once I start taking pictures of my food.