This is a look is called “Condescending Confusion,” in which he has no idea what’s going on but still manages to feel superior to everyone around him and it is a look he has perfected.
someday, in the distant future, humans will once again be capable of hearing the phrase “what is love” without also feeling the primal urge to respond with “baby don’t hurt me”
So at that point, people will say “baby don’t hurt me”…no more?
“The Shooter” – A story that I came up with two years ago actually but only just now got to draw it out. As a fan of storytelling I always let the art dictate the medium and this one seemed like it could only live as a comic. Hope you all have a great weekend!
thinkin about my two hundred different embarrassing and completely self-indulgent daydream universes that i’ve actually taken time out of my day to create content for and have never shared with anyone bc they’re that embarrassing but not being able to stop bc they’re one of the few things that bring me genuine joy
why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain
no one tell him
Scheduling this to post on March 15 because it needs to happen.
This is not an entirely uncommon occurrence in Canada, where cars run into moose all the time (and the moose walk away). So immediately the first thing I asked her was ‘oh my god! What’s the damage to your car?’ And that’s when she corrected me. No, she did not hit a moose with her car.
My sister was shoulder-checked by a moose. She was literally hit by a moose.
Her dog panicked when a moose ran in front of them on their walk and was running around its feet, while the moose tried to stomp on it, and so my sister did the only thing you can do in that situation and lunged into the fray to grab her dog under one arm, Tim Hortons in the other hand, and got tackled by the moose and set flying. Thankfully the moose ran off afterwards.
She’s okay, quite bruised, but okay. The most impressive part is that she didn’t even spill her double-double.
The only way this could be more Canadian is if Neil Young or Gordon Lightfoot or someone was singing in the background with an acoustic guitar.
if this goes viral and my sister finds it then i’m leaving the country and deleting this blog oh my god
She would have been fine if she had been wearing her Canadian State Issued hockey gear.
