This reminds me of my little girl because her pants never have pockets
Haha Daddy you’re right! I neverrrrr have pockets, but that’s why you have them! You’re my pockets Daddy. ♥
i think about this post a lot. like, when you put something up on tumblr, you can never really be sure what’s going to happen to it - what comments will get attached to it, what reblog chains will gain critical mass, what kind of weird tumblr subcultures your gifs will get reblogged into.
and then we have this. this is a gifset of a cute moment from a pixar movie. of an infant mike wazowski finding a small coin and lamenting his lack of any pockets to store it in. when this person torrented monsters university, when they loaded these frames into photoshop, when they sharpened each frame one by one, did they know? did they know that shortly after expelling these gifs into the universe they would become a magnet for daddys-rainbow-princess, mister-daddy, and babygirl-in-daddys-world?
knowing what they know now, if they had the choice to go back to that moment when their finger hovered over the m key as the cursor in the pirate bay search bar blinked, would they type the rest of the word? if they had the power to go back in time and not make this gifset, thereby sparing the world from seeing a bunch of daddy kinksters opine about pockets on a goddamn pixar gifset, would they?
all of these people are deactivated this is like an archeological dig
my family used to have this sort of abstract watercolour painting up in our dining room, it was there as early as i can remember, and i always hated it. one day when i was like ten my mom came up to me, and i guess handed me something but i dont remember what, and she was like “can you put this on the shelf, by the bird painting?”
and i was like “..the what?”
and she was like “the painting of the bird on the branch. can you put it there” and she pointed to the abstract painting
and i was like “how is that a bird”
and she said “well what do you think it is?”
and was like “it’s a beached whale with a giant eye, blowing blood out of its blow hole onto the legs of a guy who’s running away”
..and i guess my mom thought that was like funny or weird or something so she told my dad about it, and he immediately said “oh, you mean the reindeer painting?”
since you guys wanted to see it
my aunt has a picture on her wall thats slanted and nobody agrees on what it is. i think it’s a lion someone else thinks its a tornado someone else thinks its a wildman’s face.
apparently its actually half a painting. she showed it to me once. turns out it’s a really skirt on a ballerina.
Old People Restaurant Scam. You know the scam. Whine about perfectly good food to get some sort of comp.
In their old age, my parents befriended another older couple who would pull this stunt everywhere they went. After my mother told me a few stories about how their new friends had shown them how to get discounted or free meals, I felt like I was suddenly the responsible adult, concerned about the bad influence these people were on my parents.
While visiting my parents with my girlfriend, this other couple attended dinner with us. As I expected, the food was brought to the table and they immediately began dramatically complaining to one another about the quality/taste/temperature/etc. They were making a scene in order to attract the attention of the waitress. When our waitress returned to ask how we were doing, the miserable old bastard who played the lead role in their act took a deep breathe, struck a dramatic pose (with his hand raised to begin gesticulating for emphasis) and bega–I leaned forward and cut him off before he could finish the first word: “Everything is absolutely fantastic. It’s all great! Thank you very much!” She smiled, and began her obligatory “Great, well if you need any–” when he made a second attempt. “We come here all the time an–”. I didn’t acknowledge that he was speaking at all, repeated that all was just as we ordered and thank her again.
He was stunned and thrown off from his routine by my interruption. During this pause the waitress walked away (It seemed clear that she knew what they were trying to accomplish). He turned bright red. I turned to my girlfriend and, smiling and without lowering my voice, stated how pitiful it is that some people could be dishonest, deceitful and put at risk the livelihood of a cook, server or hostess for a pathetic discount or a free early-bird special. My passive-aggressive reverse-parenting broke my parents of the habit in short time.
And baby boomers talk shit about Millennials being entitled
As a Jimmy Johns employee for three years, the largest demographic that scams us for sandwiches are older than 40.
