Much like women who drink out of dick straws on their hens night, men who drink energy drinks don’t deserve to have opinions. ”Men” - heh - way too much credit. Boys. Little boys. What’s the matter you big baby; have a few too many after work drinks last night? Only got six and a half hours sleep? Make sure you sit around at work on your iPhone all day letting us know how hungover you are and over-credit your shithouse girlfriend’s sandwich making ability to offset the guilt of your (failed) advances on women last night. That’s right - I know what you’re up to buddy. The only thing worse than a guy who cheats is a guy who tries and fails and that’s all I see here. Or do you actually think you know what you’re talking about? Yes, you’re one of those guys who not only has no talon of critical thought, but thinks anything outside his comfort zone is just great and suddenly becomes an authority of whatever context in which he finds himself.
I fucking hate fairweather-experts. It starts with those idiotic cunts at University who constantly and publicly challenge the lecturer for some strange reason yet are nowhere to be seen by second year. They never leave your periphery; they’re the assholes at the bar trying to out-whiskey the bartender, horse-shitting on about some Jim Beam “Turbo Velvet Premium” batch or some shit. Oh, you just had a fucking orange infused ginger beer? Tell me all about how much you know about and love craft beer. The Melbourne Cup experts. The just-heard-nirvana grunge experts (usually girls), and the coffee experts, oh, the coffee experts and their fucking latte art, using bullshit terms that don’t mean anything like “It has a lovely aroma” or “Fantastic bitterness”. Nice work on finishing your first Bukowski - keep at the bottom-feeding dive bar alcoholic aesthetic and hide Mummy’s trust fund payments from your enlightened dickhead friends who think every book and piece of art is amazing merely because they stopped Instagramming themselves long enough to read this or see that. Frauds. You don’t have to like everything that is put in front of you – be more discerning and have some fucking character or you’ll wind up with an embarrassing girlfriend slapping together that sui-inducing bullshit above.
Situated north of the Cap Vert Peninsula in Senegal, northeast of Dakar, Lake Retba, or as the French refer to it Lac Rose, is pinker than any milkshake you’ve ever come face to straw with. And once you see it, you too will agree that a sippy straw may be in order over a boat. Experts say the lake gives off its pink hue due to cyanobacteria, a harmless halophilic bacteria found in the water. If the color weren’t enough to make you smile, it should be known that Lake Retba has a high salt content, much like that of the Dead Sea, allowing people to float effortlessly in the massive pink water. In fact, Lake Retba has an almost one and a half times higher salt content than the Dead Sea.
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this is actually amaaaazingNature photographer Curt Fonger stumbled upon a bobcat sitting atop a 40-foot tall Saguaro cactus in the Arizona desert. The animal was apparently taking refuge from a nearby mountain lion.
yeah u go cat
HOW
careful kitty, do not hurt your little paws!
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-Sir, we’ve found this and we needed you to name it.
-Pineapple.
-But we figured we might as well just call it “Ananas” since the majority of the world refers to it as-
-Pineapple.
-But sir-
-Pine. Apple.
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