"In a sunlit tavern, in a corner booth sucking stale popcorn, there I met dear Ruth. She’d only just lost the baby, seven months and a week, drank a month of Seagrams, kissed me on the cheek."
me: stop being racist please
family: listen… liberal hippie trash ….u dont know anything abotu the world….
i’m not even going to wait until october this year
the ghost jokes have begun
You can’t convince me this raccoon isn’t elegantly playing the deepest sonata you’ll ever hear on a avant garde harp
Glad to see the teeny-tiny fan there, making sure yer pig don’t overheat.
This is the BEST THING IVE EVER SEEN
The mothers of trayvon martin & sean bell meet mike brown’s mom for the first time. Totally touched my heart…