Obama On Linked In Be Like “hello….. I Am .. Former President. Barack. … Obama. … And I Am. ….

women who say poggers gotta be one of my favourite genders

ankle deep in my own milk

me, shortly before lunging for the officers service weapon: what’s up cracker *slaps ass*

“still crazy” has wonderful emotional lyrics and then an absolutely toe-curling sax solo. that’s S tier stuff right there.

Paul Simon will write some gut-wrenching bars about love and loss and the next verse will be like “so I’m a-walkin’ down the street”

tech bro stuck on the freeway in a phone call be like: “traffic is bearish today, boss”

dick cheney commander deck when

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. The silence is deafening.

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. Half of them require you to create an account on the company website. You leave a trail of ghost accounts that will be used once and never again. You never receive a response.

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. One employer offers an interview, but it's so rare for you to receive any response that you forget to check the website and you miss the time.

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. One employer offers an interview, but you don't know the magic words that signal to the esoteric mind of an interviewer that you're fit for the job.

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. One employer e-mails you saying that 'unfortunately, you do not have the qualifications we are looking for'. You check the job again and see you applied to be a menial labourer.

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. Half of them require a car. No one stops to ask how you're supposed to afford one with no job.

You apply for 20 jobs on Indeed. One employer offers a job. The commute makes you want to die in your sleep.

You call the HR manager for the workplace in hopes of arranging an interview more directly. They don't even have an answering machine.

Employers complain that no one wants to work anymore.

the good ending

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

the existence of a parameter space implies that you could like hang out there and maybe have a good time but you can’t and thats sad ;(

just scrolled through old photos in my phone. brb gotta go puke.