Sheila’s coworker made this instead of working. It’s pretty fucking great.
Live together, die alone
(and SWED)
As if my new job with Huffington Post couldn’t be any better
I asked what the dress code was — casual.
And then the woman who hired me sent me this e-mail: “The icing on the cake - we have a gym with wii, nap rooms, a cafe with amazing healthy food and frozen yogurt, ping pong tables, foosball, and soda machines with 100 free flavors, as well as tons of other free beverages!”
A motherfucking nap room? I’m bout to Mad Men the shit outta this job.
A Cuban cigar I was saving for a special occasion. Got a fellowship with HuffingtonPost and the prospect of a future job with them. Time to celebrate.
All I see when people make this emoticon: :3
:O C===3
:===3
:3
It’s a dick. You’re deep throating a dick.
Tho I spose that’s something to smile about :3
(Source: nickthejam, via goddamnbears)
Story I did on a southern rocker who has a song in Django. Real solid dude
(Source: paralysedbeaver)
The first two lines of 30 Rock.
Genius.
(Source: 30rockasaurus, via a-wolf-among-wolves)
(Source: old-yellow-brix, via goddamnbears)
Latest story I helped on. Little sleep and lots of cursing involved, but it got done. #nytimes
