Why did I do it? Why did I spend actual money, earned through my time and labor, on quite possibly the worst shirt ever to exist?
Was it for a joke? Who’s laughing at the end? If a jester throws himself in pig shit for the amusement of his peers, at the end of the day, is he not still a fool in pig shit? If you caught me beaten and clawed and being dragged into the bowels of hell laughing, would you not weep for me?
This is beyond irony. This is where irony goes to die. This is where irony crawls to a field and slits its own throat with a knife made of post-modernism, as the vultures of self-awareness circle overhead.
This is not a cheap $10 joke purchase to get tumblr notes, this is the cry of of a desperate man whose soul has been left withered. May the Lord have mercy on this #swagdad.
white lady and a duck in a rap battle
this a swan
i was dere shorty was like “u a duck nigga a straight fuck nigga” had the whole terminal wylin
My voice, can you hear it?
This sign, can you read it?
I’ll wait forever if you’ll just come to me.
THE GAP ON THE DOOR…IS A SEPARATE REALITY.
THE NEW SILENT HILL LOOKS SO SCARY
person: so what have you been up to
me: (speaking very humble) well, I just got some new carpet.. it’s plush…
person: (trying not to sound envious) pl… plush? wow. I hear thats the nicest of all carpets
me: oh it’s nothing..
Iggy Azalea and abandoned muffin