A random chick who I’m friended with on Facebook who I hardly talk to posted this status. I respect her decision to choose someone else, but in my honest opinion, mine would look a whole lot better. Oh well, her loss.
@thetumblntillman: I’d vote for yours! The pink hat, the excitement, the explosions! Your face really makes it. It definitely is her loss!
Exactly. I figured I was right, so I decided to get proof. After pitching the two against each other, I dare say mine is clearly superior.
Original:
Tillmanized:
Winner: Me.
A random chick who I’m friended with on Facebook who I hardly talk to posted this status. I respect her decision to choose someone else, but in my honest opinion, mine would look a whole lot better. Oh well, her loss.
I love a happy ending.
I hate Yolo. (But at least the steak was good.)
I hate everything about Yolo. The “Don’t give a fuck, just do it!” attitude that it perpetuates with stupid people. I’m sure most of the time it’s typically just some stupid harmless meme women prattle on about before chugging drinks, (YOLO LOL!!) but it annoys the hell out of me. Why, just the other night, when I was dining at was probably the closest thing to a first class restaurant in Dundalk, (Applebee’s) I heard some girls going “YOLO!” as they gulped down their overpriced drinks.
At first, I decided to let it slide. I simply endured their chatter while waiting for my steak. Then another one mentioned how the zombie apocalypse was coming. That was the last straw.
I picked up my entire table and threw it at them. That knocked one of the three girls out cold. I then picked up the unconscious girl and used her as a weapon against the other two girls. They took cover behind the bar, and whenever they would peak their heads over to see if I was still there, I’d hit them on the head with the knocked out girl. (Side note: This gave me an idea for a game I plan on copyrighting, called “Whack-a-girl.” It’s just like Whack-a-mole, but instead of hitting moles with a hammer, it’ll be the entire female cast of Jersey Shore.)
One of the two girls got ballsy and tried making a run for it. Big mistake. I leaped over the bar and tackled her in mid-air, causing her to break and fly through the window. Two down, one to go. I found the last girl cowering in a corner in the kitchen. I was in a very generous mood, so I gave her the choice of doing this the hard way, or the easy way. She took the easy way out, and picked up a frying pan and whacked herself in the head until she passed out, saving me the trouble. But right before she did that, she looked at me, tears in her eyes, and faintly whispered: Why? I coldly responded with the simple comeback of:
“Yolo.”
Me and Mike decide to educate ourselves on the epidemic that is the choking game.
So I just discovered how to beat a 14 year old in an argument. (Other than the obvious solution of not being a 14 year old girl.) Yolo. Instead of getting her to admit how stupid it is, she just let me be. The potential for abuse here is incredible.
“Why did you slaughter my dog, shoot my father, eat my brother, and rape my mother!?”
YOLO, man. YOLO.
“Hm, well, can’t beat that.”
(But no, seriously, I hate this YOLO bullshit.)
Me trolling someone who called Obama the Anti-Christ.
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