[An image of a calico cat sitting next to a sign which reads “I don’t need feminism because it’s not food. Is it food? Where’s my food.”]
If it can’t be eaten, Osaka doesn’t care.
Confused Cats Against Feminism is a project of We Hunted the Mammoth:The New Misogyny, tracked and mocked. You should totally go there, like right now.
you want moves, rose?
In celebration of Newsies final weeks on Broadway, the Tony Award® winning “Critics’ Pick,” is pleased to announce that a limited number of tickets will be available via lottery at The Nederlander Theatre (208 W 41st St.) for every performance from Monday, July 28th…
I love the Pushing Daisies universe because it’s this beautiful little bright world where people live in windmills and keep bees and everyone’s jobs are things like lighthouse keeping, illusionists, and scratch-and-sniff book authors. But it’s teeming with cold-blooded murder.
So, this half black/white kid got a tattoo of the Oreo barcode on his wrist
Why does it matter matter that this guy is mixed race!? You could of just written, “This kid”. Like his fucking skin colour matters! Cunt.
His bi-racial ethnicity is probably the point of the Oreo tattoo joke, cunt.
imagine this kid working as a cashier, and this one customer is pissing them off, so they just casually swipe their tattoo under the scanner, after every item, and later the customer is just like, I DONT REMEMBER BUYING FIFTY CASES OF OREOS. (via)
whenever someone asks me what tumblr is, i will show them this post
B. Y. E
Pawel Kuczynski’s satirical art. Take a moment to look at these properly.