Today, I bought this book (for my sister, lets clarify that now ‘cause the only way I’m going anywhere near sperm is if I fall into a vat of it):
OF THE BRILLIANT:
STUFF IT HAS IN IT:
Christina Aguilera hailing a cab: "heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”
i haven’t been to subway in 2 years cos the woman went “what bread do you want” and i went “yeah”
Renowned street artist JR has just completed his latest piece, but this time, he didn’t paint on bare walls of buildings or homes, his canvas of choice was shipping containers. Called Bird Ballerina, the beautiful piece was wheatpasted on, by a team of people, at the Port of Le Havre in France.
in hell you have to explain every one of your text posts to a sweet old lady from the 1800s