I worked at Starbucks for seven years. I know what I’m talking about here.
Yet, as I may have mentioned, every time I tried to make latte art, it just turned out looking like a vagina.
Where are they now?
Ever gotten the whimsical notion to look up your old boyfriends, just to see who or what they finally ended up doing? Well, I’ve learned to resist those urges. Look what I found going under an assumed name…but read the copy closely, there is NO mistaking those characteristic traits, not to mention that profile.
a thousand words…all of them four-letter
So, what are YOU wearing to Jenna‘s shotgun wedding this Saturday? For some reason, this picture just reminded me of that…
from Fark
The Cans Festival
I love the Brits; not only do they apparently think I should rule their blogosphere (I humbly accept), but they’re also in many ways quite simply batshit insane. One of the manifestations of this unfortunate, though amusing-to-watch, characteristic is their irrational fondness for so-called “Festivals.”
They appear to define the word “Festival” as “any occasion during which city dwellers come in contact with both actual dirt and other people wearing same, particularly on their faces,” and most particularly if it cost a month’s salary and someone is screaming at them through an expensive sound system during a downpour.
Trust Banksy to be more clever than your run of the mill Festivationator: he’s organized a Festival in a tunnel.
Behold The Cans Festival (via Walking Turcot Yards):
Some people are calling it the greatest stencil art show that has ever taken place in a tunnel underneath Waterloo station. It was visited by 28,544 people and 623 of them painted on the walls.
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emo washing powder commercial!
Grass stains? Dirt? Ring around the collar?
End it all with EMO!
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