Something about the new weather.com homepage seems… different.
This is a big image. You’re going to want to click through.
Oh no they didn’t.
(Clarence is my great-grandfather.)
Nick is a very patient man. Here is the Kony joke I sent him:
given his powerful status and his army of weaker minions, bowser is basically joseph kony
also i am a lightweight and that is the actual number of beers it takes for me to embarrass myself
I’m a monster.
My great-grandfather Clarence Birdseye founded the Birds Eye Frozen Food Company in 1923. Then in 1929 he sold it to what later became the General Foods Corporation. More recently, however, Birds Eye got a Facebook page and now I leave stupid comments on their posts for some reason.
(Here are other posts where I’ve left dumb comments)
him: how come the google.com image today is just a different drawing of a penis every time???
me: Are you crazy? That is definitely a vag.
him: are you sure? i keep refreshing and it’s just dicks dicks dicks
me: Or maybe it’s… my father…?
him: here’s a reply to your comment I refuse to post “I see my mom… made out of dicks? and she’s looking hot!!!!!”
me: I mean, if you posted that, I’d probably stab my own eyes out…
(Btw the Google homepage today gives you a random Rorschach test.)
You think the White House makes an intern do it? Like, an intern with a plastic baggy follows the President around like he’s a dog walker? As in, the President makes a little poopie and then the intern goes into the Wendy’s men’s room or whatever and picks up the poop so the Taliban can’t have it.
And then after the poop is collected, maybe the poop goes into a lil’ scrap book or something. A scrap book of presidential poop secrets.
Weird. Just got one of those “Your friend backed a project on Kickstarter” emails. Looks like they added a new button.