Showing posts with label stupid people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stupid people. Show all posts

Friday, April 29, 2016

Underground Railroad, Above-Ground Stupidity

The shit we BITCH about... She's not SMILING?!

I can't imagine why. The Underground Railroad seemed like a real hoot.

It IS a shame she's not smiling, since all those white dudes on my money are happy as fuck. They're ALL whimsy and shenanigans, sticking out their tongues, one's got a friend doing bunny ears behind his head. And OMG, it's totes hilar-balls how Franklin's got one of those moustaches on a stick on the $100 -- motherfucker was so jolly, Santa Claus asked him for pointers. In fact, Franklin advised Santa to get the reindeer. *nod* I think I read that somewhere.

Via The Guardian‘Cheer up, love’ – why is Harriet Tubman being told to smile 100 years after her death?Screen Shot 2016-04-29 at 12.53.09 PM

Friday, March 18, 2016

In which I equate my vagina with a Slip 'N Slide

There's a "self summary" section at the top of each OkCupid profile. The end of mine says: "I'm attracted to friends and romantic prospects who use their words. I don't know what to do with first messages that only say 'hey' or 'hi,' and will delete them immediately. But getting them at least helps me quickly discern who's reading about me as an actual human, versus who just looks at photos and wants to do naked things to me."

On average, I still get one "hey," "hi," or "hello" each day. Almost always lowercase, no punctuation.

Since no one reads it, anyway, I might as well include the REAL explanation: "I am incredibly turned on by wit and language, and you can transform my ladybits into the world's best/worst Slip 'N Slide just by giving good email. Just 'hi' not only keeps my panties ON, it makes me want to go to JCPenney and buy some of those high-top beige cotton draw's that, on a person as short as I am, can be pulled up far enough to tuck the waistband under my bra and fashion a really upsetting onesie. Use your words, be nice to servers, nibble the back of my neck, tend to my vagina with gusto, know what 'gusto' means, get yourself laid."

I'm really not a difficult puzzle to solve.