So my parents just found out about my fourteen year old brother smoking weed because they found this on his window ledge. So in the middle of a huge lecture my dad decides to open the Baggie and smell it to see how strong it is. He immediately starts crying with laughter. THIS NIGGA HAS BEEN BUYING AND SMOKING FUCKING OREGANO. FUCKIN ITALIAN HERBS. SON. I CAN’T. I CANNOT. I CAN’T DO THIS.
This isn’t funny. That’s the gateway drug to a full blown marinara addiction. It’s good this was caught before this kid started hanging out at Olive Garden and sucking on every breadstick he can find to score another hit.
IT GOT BETTER.
WAIT HOLD THE FUCK UP
IS ‘MRS’ JUST MR’S
LIKE BELONGING TO MR
Mr comes from the French monsieur, which I think literally translates as ‘my lord’ and basically just means master, and Mrs comes from maistre which is the feminine form of master, so actually—for once—no.
This was an extremely relevant comment and I thank you for educating me.
Facebook vs Tumblr
Someone you don’t know adds you on Facebook:
Someone you don’t know follows you on Tumblr:
Someone sends you a Facebook message:
Someone writes in your Tumblr askbox:
Loses a friend on Facebook:
Loses a follower on Tumblr:
Error on Facebook:
Error on Tumblr:
Someone sends you a dirty message on Facebook:
Someone sends you a dirty message on Tumblr:
Scrolling through Facebook:
Scrolling through Tumblr:
This is so terribly accurate.