An Actual Real Person my Dad knew. Pretty sure he worked as a bush guide. When someone asked the time he’d pull off his hat - some kind of broad brim - and use to take a few measurements of the sun’s position relative to the horizon. Then he’d declare the time.
He was accurate to the minute.
Fvvdvddsfdssdhnvfh you get back here and say this to the rest of the crew
Celebrities can’t reach you unless you are the one following them on social media though.
Someone who runs a kate middleton stan blog would say this lmao
“Celebrities can’t reach you unless you’re following them” is bullshit. Everything I’ve ever learned about the Kardashians has been forced upon me
whenever im spooked i play the worst most memey music because i hold the firm belief nothing can kill you if the vibes are wrong. if you have fresh prince going on as loud as possible whatever’s haunting you is gonna be like. aw man. i can’t kill to this. the mood is all wrong now
ghost, crawling out of my television: hssss…blood
me, turning caramelldanssen up to 180 decibels: v̶̨̲̣̣͈̻̯̩̾̊̓́i̥̼̜͎̺̬̭̫̍̉ͮͧb͎͈̮̰̠̬͇͇ͧ̚͜e͎͖͎͚̥̞̊̉ͮ̑ͪ̒ͩ ̵̹͎̬̟̪͛ͬ͌͐ͧͥ̔̆c̀̀̑̓̚҉̩̻͓̰͔h̡̖̻̻̯͐̅̎͋̀ͅe̸̗̝̣̞̬͐̅ͪ̅ͭ͐͜ͅc̶̲̠͈͙̎̿́͑̅ͅk̶ͫͨͩ͐͘҉ͅ
Best customer I’ve ever had was when some rich white cape cod lady in a floor length fur coat came into my store and asked her daughters what sweated pants were and how to wear them and her daughters kept trying to explain what sweat pants were to her and she was completely and utterly flummoxed by them
She asked if sweat pants are bisexual and her daughter was like “unisex?” and she was like “sure”
I always thought that Google’s informal motto being “don’t be evil” was about as comforting as a coworker having a sign at his cubicle reminding him not to snap and murder everyone in the building.Â
As it turns out, watching the coworker remove the sign is even more ominous.
