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  • My Brother:

    Is it illegal to expose yourself to a blind person?

  • My Brother:

    Why is it called a building when it's already built?

  • My Brother:

    If money doesn't grow on trees, why do banks have branches?

  • My Brother:

    When something is shipped by ship it's called cargo, but when something is shipped by car it's called a shipment...

  • My Brother:

    If love is blind, then why is lingerie so popular?

  • My Brother:

    Why is impediment so hard to say when used to describe someone who has a hard time talking?

  • My Brother:

    What's the speed of dark?

  • Me:

    -awake forever trying to figure out all the answers-

  • (I am working a morning shift at a cafe. We are serving breakfast. A little boy and his mother enter the cafe.)

  • Me:

    “So, what will it be?”

  • Child:

    “I WISH TO DEVOUR THE UNBORN.”

  • (There is a sudden silence and everyone turns to look. The mother looks very embarrassed.)

  • Mother:

    “Eggs… he would like some eggs…”

talktoyourcactus:

Is it just me, or did we used to have normal-smelling shampoos before? Everything was strawberry, and peppermint, and citrus. Nice, normal things.

Now I pick a bottle up and it’s like DEW GATHERED BY MONKS FROM THE HIMALAYA MOUNTAINS MIXED WITH A ROOT OF AN ASNCLSCHBK PLANT THAT GROWS ONLY IN AN OBSCURE VILLAGE IN AMAZONIA, WITH A DASH OF MAGICAL BERRIES FROM NARNIA TO GIVE YOUR HAIR VOLUME.

AND IT STILL SMELLS LIKE CITRUS TO ME.

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