Love our local library.
I’ve spent HOURS thinking about the origin story of this little fella who tumbles around while you’re waiting for your money at a crappy ATM. Someone drew him. Someone created him. For an ATM. Someone, somewhere, loves him.
Science has shown: you can’t make comedy without a brick wall.
Or, failing at that, brick wallpaper.
Great hot basement. Maybe the best hot basement?
Really impressed by the “Dream Analysis” section of my iPhone’s new Health app!
At first there was, understandably, the suspicion that Ebola was the Hitler of apartheid, but now it has become abundantly clear that Ebola is actually the George W. Bush of being forced to listen to someone’s podcast. Folks, this thing is serious. The World Health Organization calls it the Putin of Stalin. —
Ebola: What It Is
"I told the truth on my job application about my past drug use, and they sent me a letter saying I didn’t meet their standards of integrity."
I feel like such a shithead just learning about Humans of New York now. Jesus it’s so good.
I have tried them all,
The cotton, the nylon,
absorbing water, rolling in sand,
sticky flakes of broken glass.
We all drown in the end. — From Anne Sexton’s Summer Bikini Tips
We concluded that this party rock band has no idea how fascist they look.
Alejandro Chaskielberg takes photos using only moonlight.
This reminded me of those sad porns where a guy gets a dude with a bigger dick to fuck his wife.