“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”
the last sentence
There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.
im not like other teenagers, im 51
imagine if your name was a swear word
motherfucker can you please come down to the office
omg at first i thought u meant like ur name was used as a swear word
shut the brittany up go chris yourself
Painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk
Bottles of Gatorade Blue Bolt floating in a bath of Powerade Mountain Blast, 2013
I can’t tell if this is seriously art or if it’s just tongue in cheek sarcastic art or if it’s post-ironic ironic art, or ironic art, or literally just a joke and that is so not okay.