is this what responsibilities look like
can i just
so bill nighy was wearing a motion capture suit and screaming at johnny depp
and johnny depp had to scream back
without either of them laughing
just imagine that. two grown men, one in pyjamas with balls on his face, and the other in a pirate costume, screaming at the top of their lungs at each other
I thought it was funny until I realized the cat doesn’t run away but it rolls away now it’s fucking hilarious
IT JUST ROLLS AWAY IM CRYING
OMG I’M SO DONE
The dog’s just like…… dafuq?
I’m so done
I don’t know what to think any more. Of course that could be due to how much I’m laughing
friendly reminder that your stomach is not supposed to be totally flat because it is home to some of your vital organs and you are a woman so you carry fat there and it doesn’t make you any less sexy and if anyone makes you feel otherwise you should throw up on them
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
THROW UP ON THEM because it’s what’s on the inside that counts
"What were you wearing?"
I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”
I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.
So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.
We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.
He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”
Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.
you fucking go girl