jumpingjacktrash:

chinburd:

sci-fantasy:

animatedamerican:

bibliophile20:

sheriffsunshine:

danielkanhai:

i like when you’re in the grocery store and you see people buying eggs because they always pick up the carton and then open it like it’s a metal briefcase full of cash involved in a drug deal and they’re confirming it’s money. “don’t bother counting it, it’s all there. 12.” then they always pick one up and inspect it like, “yeah, it’s grade A alright…the real deal.” 

People are checking to see if any of the eggs are cracked you walnut

You get home with a case full of cracked eggs once and have to deal with the resulting mess in your grocery bags, and, trust me, you’ll start checking the eggs every time too. 

“Sure you say it’s all there, but I been taken by a case of cracked eggs before.  I don’t hand over the cash before I get a good look at the merchandise.”

new genre: grocery noir

Now you’ve done it. You invoked the words.

“I knew there was trouble as soon as I hit the floor. On a good day, the market is a thin veneer of friendliness concealing a pit of darkness. The dairy section is full of spoiled brats. The produce tries hard, but it’s impossible to eliminate the rot…and you know what they say about one bad apple. The eggs are cracked and broken, and all the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t fix them.

I’ve been here a long time. I’ve learned to read the market as I walk the aisles. Smell the mood in the bakery section, feel the little things in the way the cookies crumble. The deli is a bellwether for the whole prepared foods section, if you know how to separate the good stuff from the gristle. But today, everything was silent.

The only thing worse than the market in full swing was the market in no swing. Something big was coming down.

I turned to my partner. Fresh out of Academy training, still wet behind the ears –or maybe he just walked too close to the misting sprays. ‘Trouble, kid,’ I said, taking a bite of the carrot stick dangling in my mouth.”

The Malted-Milk Falcon, or Double Coupon Indemnity, or The Big Sale.

thepookainthehat

i feel like i just opened a carton of eggs and found eleven eggs and one bullet casing

lauraantoniou:

ceciliatan:

jhenne-bean:

toxixpumpkin:

dancingmantis:

dreamybrowngirl:

katblaque:

yes.

These looks like stills from a movie that I would very much be interested in watching.

animaniacal-laughter

Oh but it is!! These lovely screen shots are from Neko Samurai!!

Basically Dog-Gang hires dude above (Kyutaro) to kill Cat-Gang’s beloved Cat but the cat is too cute to kill and Kyutaro “accidentally” catnaps the cat and angers both gangs. It’s a wild ride.

BRUH

OK but seriously where can I find this movie

http://www.dramanice.tv/neko-zamurai/watch-neko-zamurai-episode-1-online

five-bi-five:

jewish-privilege:

animatedamerican:

withbloodinherteeth:

slagarthefox:

amemait:

just-shower-thoughts:

There is no biblical evidence that Jesus even knew how to parallel park. Letting him take the wheel seems a bit irresponsible.

Uh, no, you’re so wrong? Everybody knows that Jesus drove a Honda, but he didn’t like to talk about it?

From John 12:49 ‘For I do not speak of my own Accord…’

That is brilliant and this post is an example of the right way to do religious jokes are are actually funny without being preachy nor offensive. 

prosperosfootnotes, pieandhotdogs

Maybe Jesus didn’t like to talk about it because it wasn’t the same kind of car as his Dad’s.

Because as we all know, God drove Adam and Eve out of the Garden in His Fury.

Nah, clearly God drives Dodge pickup trucks, because Moshe’s people are told not to approach the mountain “until the Ram’s horn sounds a long blast” -Exodus 19:13. 

fUCK YOU ALL