(Source: unholytriumph)

After Every Other Word

This guy who rides with me on the bus cannot communicate without saying the word “fuck” after every other word.

And it’s not like he’s communicating discreetly with one or two people. Every time he enters my space, he ENTERS MY SPACE. He’s like a bad comic entering stage left with a big, giant fuck you for us all.

"The fucking cab driver tonight. I was going to fucking kill him. He took fucking Eighth Avenue. I told him to fucking take Tenth. He almost fucking ran over some fucking nuns. It was fucking fucked up."

(Source: hoodbypussy)

I can watch this for hours.

I can watch this for hours.

Snow again.

Snow again.

Number 42

Number 42

Number 42

Number 42

It’s a sausage with a hat on it, you pervs.

It’s a sausage with a hat on it, you pervs.