23 4 / 2014
A hipster argument in which one person does not understand what a hipster is
- 1: "Ugh, this is such a hipster neighborhood."
- 2: "This is NOT a hipster neighborhood."
- 1: "Look at all the park space! Tons of trees and shade."
- 2: "I mean, yeah, but that doesn't make it a hipster neighborhood."
- 1: "It's obvious! Just look at the ground! Twigs everywhere. I bet the hipsters are using them to build their dumb hipster nests."
- 2: "Is 'nest' slang for something I don't know about, or... ?"
- 1: "And can you hear the hipsters cawing their weird music from the trees? Fucking hipsters."
- 2: "Those are birds. You're confusing hipsters with birds."
- 1: "Call them what you want, I just don't like hipsters. I mean, sure, it's cute when a baby hipster hatches from an egg, but-"
- 2: "Nope, not hipsters. Definitely birds."
- 1: "Whatever, let's find your car and get out of here before hipsters peck our eyes out, like in that Alfred Hitchcock movie The Hipsters."
- 2: "Pretty sure that movie was called something elseOH GODDAMN IT, I parked my car under this tree and now there's bird shit all over it."
- 1: "Fucking hipsters!"
- 2: "Fucking hipsters."
08 11 / 2013
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.)