Whubbus is the word I made up

I have a professional degree and work in a real office, but sometimes I forget to wear things with sleeves in the winter, and often I lose leftovers in my car.

twitter.com/whubbus:

    ayothewuisback:

Upon cleaning out the darkest depths of my grandmother’s fridge, I discovered food that is older than me. This expired in February… 1987. This can saw Reaganomics. This can saw The Challenger explode. It saw the fall of the Soviet Union. It was around when Tupac got shot. Both times. This can is older than The Simpsons. #bruh

    ayothewuisback:

    Upon cleaning out the darkest depths of my grandmother’s fridge, I discovered food that is older than me. This expired in February… 1987. This can saw Reaganomics. This can saw The Challenger explode. It saw the fall of the Soviet Union. It was around when Tupac got shot. Both times. This can is older than The Simpsons. #bruh

    (via carlorossitaughtme)

    — 1 day ago with 79851 notes

    Oh, I love any book about vampires, werewolves, monsters, zombies, sorcerers, beasties or, time-traveling romances. And if I had an hour alone with Robert Pattinson, he would forget all about Skinny legs Magee. I’ll tell you that much.

    (Source: starlourd, via carlorossitaughtme)

    — 1 day ago with 13894 notes

    midnitevulturez:

    Do you wanna ride on the Baltic sea?
    I’ll be your mistress C.O.D

    (via spookchanging)

    — 3 days ago with 44 notes

    Christoph Waltz, photographed by Alasdair McLellan| Fantastic Man issue № 20

    (Source: shomangaka, via provadia)

    — 3 days ago with 8612 notes

    dear-travis:

    kenyatta:

    As a 4 year old, this was the funniest thing I’d ever seen. I think I talked about it for days.

    This is still funny to me.

    (Source: gameraboy, via countblacula)

    — 4 days ago with 385411 notes

    iwouldfookthat:

    This is by far the stupidest thing I have ever made.

    (via carlorossitaughtme)

    — 1 week ago with 32583 notes
    time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far too young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

    time-sponges:

    You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far too young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

    (Source: skelepponies, via dirtyberd)

    — 2 weeks ago with 177389 notes
    forcing-sophrosyne:

saucytrumpet:

mu5icliz:

eldritch-elegy:

fuckyeahnerdpr0n:

whelp, I can now turn off the internet, I have seen everything

He also wore sweaters because of tattoos I believe he got in the Navy.

All this time i thought he was the image of suburbia. Turns out he’s more street than i am

oh my god.

He was in the marines and yes he wore sweaters to covor up his tattoos, full sleve tattoos if i may add. Mr.Rogers, you are a badass.

    forcing-sophrosyne:

    saucytrumpet:

    mu5icliz:

    eldritch-elegy:

    fuckyeahnerdpr0n:

    whelp, I can now turn off the internet, I have seen everything

    He also wore sweaters because of tattoos I believe he got in the Navy.

    All this time i thought he was the image of suburbia. Turns out he’s more street than i am

    oh my god.

    He was in the marines and yes he wore sweaters to covor up his tattoos, full sleve tattoos if i may add. Mr.Rogers, you are a badass.

    (Source: junglelauren, via benjiwyatts)

    — 2 weeks ago with 466201 notes