My toddler loves Monsters Inc. especially Mike Wazowski.
Yesterday I was in Walmart and came across this cool t-shirt.
I immediately bought it, put it on in the car, and rushed home to show my toddler.
I hunted her down as soon as I came through the door.
She was sitting on the couch watching Hogi and eating Goldfish crackers.
I said, ‘Libby check out my cool new shirt!’
I was beaming. I just knew she was gonna think my shirt was the coolest shit ever.
She looked at me, looked at my shirt, scoffed, and yelled, ‘GO AWAY!’
Listen.
I don’t think we talk enough about what huge pieces of shit toddlers are.
That’s literally my TV you are watching.
I paid for those Goldfish crackers.
That’s my fucking couch.
I bought this cool t-shirt ONLY because of you.
And this is your response you f#ggot piece of sh!t??
You are wearing a shirt with a turtle on it that says, ‘Turtley Adorable’ you fuck!ng idiot.
You are broke.
Homeless.
Have poor life skills.
You can’t even fucking speak English.
You are basically a Somali immigrant only brighter in complexion and with much less forehead mass.
I’ll wipe my ass with this shirt.
Fuck this shirt.
Bitch nigga.
Your mom is fat.
There was a world where micro internet celebrities got invited to Ellen and white people thought of india as a spiritual yoga retreat and Instagrams logo was the brown vintage camera and rage baiting was called trolling. A world that made sense
I want to introduce you to Steve. He’s 83. His wife died a few months ago and he comes to this lodge in Spring Mill, Indiana and draws. He taught art in Terre Haute, IN his whole life. He also did courtroom sketches in court cases. In the comments I’ll share some pics from his sketchbook. He was excited when I said I was going to share his sketches with the world.
The random Coca Cola ads are killing me. Rue just about lost her life, her have a nice cold coke. Alamo and his crew trafficking but before that here have a nice coke.