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  • Male Rapper:

    *releases song about drugs and money and murder and theft and having side-bitches and disrespecting women*

  • Everybody:

    cool

  • Nicki Minaj:

    *releases song about butts*

  • Everybody:

    WOW WHAT A WHORE OH MY GOD NICKI MINAJ IS AWFUL WHAT A BAD EXAMPLE HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE DECLINE OF MANKIND WHAT HAS MUSIC COME TO OH LORD THIS IS TEACHING YOUNG GIRLS TO BE SLUTS I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS BACK IN MY DAY WE HAD GOOD MUSIC NOW THIS IS JUST A DISASTER EDEN HAS FALLEN AND SOON THE DEVIL WILL CLAIM OUR CHILDREN AND GIVE WOMEN THE ABILITY TO FREELY EXPRESS SEXUALITY IN THE MEDIA

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ask-koki-kariya:

lastofthetimeladies:

im-a-timelord-you-ass:

lastofthetimeladies:

lastofthetimeladies:

MY MOM JUST ASKED ME WHAT I WANT MY CAKE TO BE FOR MY SPIDER-MAN THEMED BIRTHDAY PARTY AND I TOLD HER I WANT IT TO BE IN THE SHAPE OF ANDREW GARFIELD’S BUTT AND SHE WAS LIKE “SEND ME SOME PHOTOS I’LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO” OH MY GOD

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

'Scuse me, but may I have a piece of that ass?

Do you know how many times I made that joke at my party

Do you

omfg

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micthemicrophone:

My sister also had a fair point on college and what it meant to her/why she isn’t going to school. My parents always told us that we -needed- to go to college; that, without that piece of paper, we’d never get anywhere in life. Throughout our academic careers, they constantly reminded us that we needed to go to college for something.

Around the time we graduated and started attending community college, my sister started taking fewer and fewer classes until one day she straight up stopped going to classes and focused more on working full time at her job. When my parents started asking her about it, she stopped them both and said, “Look. I have no idea what I want to do with my life right now. I’m 20 years old, I’ve lived in three different states in the past 2 years, I like working, and more importantly why should I waste time and money taking classes for things I don’t want to do? Wouldn’t it make more sense to work and build toward making my own life so I can figure out what I WANT to do first before racking up debt in the pursuit of it?”

And they both just looked at each other like, “Damn. I had never thought of it that way.” And it just struck me as odd because it’s like… Half of these guys knew what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives because they were given the freedom to fuck about and figure that stuff out. Society nowadays demands we need to know exactly what we want to do with ourselves by the time we’re 17, if not younger. That’s some fucked pressure.

I decided I wanted to not go to college and instead backpack across the world. My parents, highly disappointed by my decision, made many comments about how I will get nowhere in life, and probably be miserable because I won’t be able to get a decent job and support myself. They also amped up the pressure to go back to college, even just for an associates degree while I’m (trying to) saving up money to kick-start my traveling. After being under immense pressure for a couple weeks, and having to deal with the disappointment of EVERYONE around me, the simple question of “what are you going to do?” literally caused my brain to shut down, I assumed the fetal position, and between hysterical sobs cried over and over again “I don’t know!”. I am 19 and was told I had to figure out exactly what I wanted to do for the rest of my life by the coming Sunday (which was four or five days away). This is way too much pressure, and people need to learn to bugger off and let people figure things out on their own, in their own time.

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  • student:

    can i borrow a pencil

  • teacher:

    i don't know, CAN you?

  • student:

    yes, also colloquial irregularities occur frequently in any language and since you and the rest of our present company understood my intended meaning, being particular about the distinctions between "can" and "may" is purely pedantic and arguably pretentious