"…a little hoarse?", recites the tumblr user, practicing the absolute lowest form of comedy, the pun. tumblr, having never heard this joke before, erupts into egregorious laughter and applause, that which even The Big Bang Theory had never seen. The tumblr user, retreats from the virtual word of cyberspace into their dark bedroom, blinds shut, tears streaming down their face at the realization that this is as good as it gets. This thousands of notes on this atrocious blogging platform, will be the epitome of their existence. Fame will be fleeting, they will be forgotten tomorrow, barely enough time to relish their meager achievement. Gripping their pillow, bawling hysterically, the tumblr user wonders; "Really, what IS the deal with airline food?"
i ran my hand against my wall and i got a splinter
there were even tweezers in my pocket but i extracted it with just my other hand like a real man
"a quote that i disagree with from nobody in particular"
The time I embarrassed myself in French Canada.
One time, I was lost with my friend, Austin, in Quebec city. We needed to ask for directions, and I’m not very good at French.
So, I turn to Austin and say, “Time to butcher some French.”
Then all the people in front of us, just turn and stare at us. It turns out, that they could all understand English and thought that we wanted to murder them.
They were right.