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I love how everyone is just standing around like there isn’t a chicken riding a turtle. Like one woman is talking about loading up the truck and not even paying attention to the spectacle that’s occurring in front of her. But my favorite comment, is when a little boy asks his friend if his chicken can do that. Stupid children.. cue the music.
I’m supposed to travel to Oakland for work in a week and a half. If this is what I encounter, consider this my 2 weeks notice (that is, if I make it out alive…)
Like what the fuck? Seriously. It’s a god damn war zone with people screaming “Medic!” and shit like it’s an episode of Band of Brothers. I felt like I was watching video footage from Libya. So unreal…
Apparently the injured man in the video is an Iraq war vet:
HuffingtonPost.com – The local police’s use of force seriously injured an Occupy activist and Iraq War veteran.
Scott Olsen, 24, remains sedated on a respirator, in stable but critical condition at Oakland’s Highland Hospital after being hit in the head with a police projectile.
Olsen’s roommate, Keith Shannon, 24, told The Huffington Post that Olsen is still in the emergency room.
Olsen was never injured during his two tours in Iraq.
Well if there was any chance of Occupy Wall Street settling down/fading out, that’s definitely gone out the window…
Case and point: Ray Villafine. I recently came across a gallery of his carvings which are CRAZY good. But how much time did he spend banging these sculptures out? Days? Weeks? Months?? I mean this detail is out of control. Take a look at some of his creations.
So yeah these are great and all, and extremely impressive, but if there was a contest, would they even come close to winning… especially if this pumpkin was in the running?
Damn baby, keep your head on a swivel, stick and move, stick and move. You wanna start a fight, you damn well better know how to finish it. And a little word of advice, getting bitch slapped and having your dad come in and save the day is not how you finish it.
While most neighbors would probably hate having this guy next to them, I would fully embrace it. I just got home from work, cue the music Mr. Rogers, it’s time to shuffle. It could happen so sporadically too. Time for dinner? Boom, start shufflin’. Bedtime story? Screw that, shuffle.
I can’t wait to see what they do for Christmas!
Ever wonder what it’s like to be a public relations professional in New York City? Well, wonder no more! The below video is a beautiful portrayal of what my life is like on a daily basis:
Just wish there were more cowboys in my office…
Oh I hope you’re kidding me. Is “blind” chick really texting? That better be a braille keyboard or else I’m confiscating that walking stick. I’m on to you Helen Keller. Maybe I should consider picking up a blind stick, the only con of having one is being blind, but newsflash, I got 20/20 vision, so it’s all pros here.
This post is long overdue, but seriously, look at all the similarities: haircut with the front flipped up, sweater vest/sleeveless cut off, love for arm crossing, chubbiness, superb dancing abilities. Now if only I was born a chick..
I keep laughing at this picture, because I remember when this was taken. It was right before a middle school dance up in NH and I thought I looked damn good with that sweater vest and frosted tips. Ladies beware.