I don't understand how I can buy an oven AND a fridge AND a washing machine for what it costs to dress ONE WINDOW. I didn't even ask for windows. I could have lived with like, an arrow-slit or something. This must be what the entire wedding industry feels like EVERY DAY.
So there is this song by Flo(w) Rida(er) called Whistle. It is a creation of subtle delicacy and is about blowjobs. The thing I don't think Flo/w Rida/er understood is that there is a part in which he addresses, I'm assuming, another dude:
I'm betting you like bebop
And I'm betting you love creep mode
And I'm betting you like girls that give love to girls
And stroke your little ego
that segues seamlessly into addressing the person who's giving him the blowjob. Who appears to be THE SAME PERSON. So yeah. Either Flo Rida is a lot more open-minded than I realised, or it's just lol. Speaking of which, Ireland's Tanaiste today said that he supports gay marriage! Yay for that!
I feel this is what happens when you let someone whistle in your hair.
Maybe it was this guy. Although in the Land of Tinhats, a pose like this is about ten seconds away from being a whistling scenario of its very own.
The generally accepted face of having your whistle ... blown. (NO THIS SONG DOESN'T EXACTLY PUSH THE BOAT OUT WITH THE METAPHORS)
In case anyone was having trouble getting the point here. (Source:
http://textsfrom1d.tumblr.com/)
I HAVE LISTENED TO THIS SONG SEVENTY TIMES TODAY AND YESTERDAY WHATEVER I WAS DUMPED