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ЄлДб ĐČ Ń Đ»Đ”Đ±ĐŸĐżĐ”ŃĐșĐ”
âBread in the bread makerâ
is the cats name BREAD
dunno if it was already explained but there is a russian cat meme and this meme is about that meme (memeÂČ) here you can see original one:Â
the text is: âyou may think iâm a bread but iâm actually a cat, not a bread!!!! donât eat me!!!!â this meme was probably made by some child, thatâs why the original grammar is so bad (in english it could probably be like âyou may think i a bread, but actualy i a cat and not bred!!! dont eat me!!â) for some strange reason this thing became iconic in russian meme culture and if you will say âhereâs a bread on the street, itâs so cute!â almost every young adult will get the fact you meant cat thanks for your attention, your fellow professor of memology is always here to make russian memes clear
Loaf
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
I FOUND IT â
I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL
Who first posted this?
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO END WITH A MEME OR SOME SHIT NO ITâS THE REAL ONE OH MY GOD
Wishing Iâll do well on my finals âš
This must be a sign đ
wish i do smth cool to end this year
yknow
i wasnât expecting the dance, this is so cute!!
the song is jay park - all i wanna do
What in the hell
so when are men gonna realize that women arenât complicated and weâre actually just normal people and itâs men that lack emotional depth and interesting personalities?
YeahâŠ.. Except Iâm an emotional man with tons of depth. I speak 5 languages and play every instrument known. I can build a house. I can plant a garden. I know a little bit about everything.
Maybe women really are cunts who just seek to destroy men and invalidate them?
i have no idea how to reply to this cause itâs simply just the funniest thing iâve ever read and nothing will ever top it
I love how none of the things he stated are indicative of emotional depth or an interesting personality
omfg the tears
found a new fucking favorite song right here
Evening made
2 seconds in and I reblogged.
its about time tumblr found this
forbidden knowledge
Can we see this frame by frame? Please and thank you.
Yes Here Are All The Frames
THAT IS NOT WHAT WAS ASKED FOR
i read the title of this post and was ready to be angry abt it but then i read the preview and that jst⊠completely obliterated my train of thought
Trump is angry at NBC News for using this photo of him, so please donât use this enhanced, enlarged version of it for anything.
Trump Reportedly Discusses âResetâ and Unflattering Double Chin Photos During Media Meeting
I will never share these.
Pass these around to make sure everyone knows which ones not to pass around
Under no circumstances reblog this. It is forbidden.
Oops fingers slipped!
Hey guys wanna see the trackpad-only painting I started this semester in an offbrand version of MS paint?
Nobodyâs said yes but here
Japanese History
EVERY TIME
oda nobunaga irl
anime oda nobunaga
Imagine somebody doing this with Theodore Roosevelt
I give you
anime Ben Franklin.
i present to you, the trading card game Force of Will
oh, how could i forget leonardo da vinci
Please write âSexy Anime Girl, Rasputinâ as the cause of death on my autopsy.
A really harrowed-looking man who was probably in his 60s came into the shop today. He was wearing a gold-colored tie that kept sliding down the side of his neck because it was tied very poorly, and a rumpled light blue dress shirt. I did not see his legs or shoes. Part-time cashiers are sometimes just not afforded the luxury.
We said hello to each other as I scanned his items (diet coke and a nature valley granola bar- $2.69), me sounding more interested than usual just because he sounded so out-of breath and very engaged in his purchase. Also maybe because I could not see his shoes.
âHowâs your life going?â He suddenly asked, swiping his card, not casually but almost pleadingly curious.
âUhm, all right I sâposeâ I said, too startled to think of a more cheery lie.Â
He nodded somberly. âMe too⊠I guess.â He paused and looked at me for a minute and then just said âitâs a Monday, ya know.â
âMondays are like this sometimesâ I supplied, feeling like we were having a really weird conversation hidden under the one that was actually taking place.
And then he left. I forgot to look at his shoes.
PART IIÂ
Honestly I had no idea that I would ever have the privilege of writing a sequel to this post. I considered it an odd moment, an interaction that changed me in a way, but a fleeting one. I automatically assumed our paths would never cross again, there was such a finality to that window of time on Monday August 22nd of 2016. And yet.
He returned.
I didnât truly notice him come in, glancing up from whatever menial and already forgotten task I was busy with, but not registering who it was or why he seemed to put out an aura of familiarity. It had been weeks and I havenât even caught a glimpse of him; the memory of Monday August 22nd of 2016 had faded like a dream. But lo he appeared before me, dressed in exactly the same fashion that made him look like he had just crawled out of carwash (albeit with a pink shirt and purple tie this go-around.)
His face lit up when he saw me, again holding a diet coke and a nature valley granola bar. âHow is your day going?â He asked earnestly.
âPretty well.â I said, professionally containing myself, âhow are you?â
âIâm good, Iâm goodâ he said, sounding more cheerful than before but just as harried. When I handed him back his change and items and he looked like he was going to cry.Â
âThank youâ he whispered with a look of reverence I have only seen on the faces of ancient church members receiving the eucharist.
âItâs no trouble,â I promised, trying not to look perplexed.
He bowed (LITERALLY BOWED) and then made a hurried exit stage left, reminiscent of Lear just before the second act, halfway into madness.
A Lear I had again forgotten to note the footwear of.
PART. 3.Â
Okay Iâm not even bothering with the pretentious Hemingway style for this one; Iâm still reeling over the fact that he came back after four months AND on a Friday instead of a Monday no less.
Notes:
He was wearing literally the exact same shirt and tie he had on from part one, only with an orange sweater and fancy jacket over the ensemble to indicate that it was winter
He bought Layâs sour cream and onion potato chips this time instead of his standard granola bar, but the diet coke was as usual
He told me that he always felt guilty for buying snack food but âyou have to do what you have to doâ
He then smiled sadly at me and said âenjoy your weekendâŠÂ If you can.â
I sat in stunned, unblinking silence for about six minutes until a customer came up and looked me over worriedly
Who is this man
WHY DO I KEEP FORGETTING TO LOOK AT HIS SHOES
Part Four
First thingâs first,
Probably about two years of wear on them but otherwise well cared for. Socks were white, which I was only able to notice because this human being has zero clothes that fit and his pant cuffs were hovering about 3 inches away from his shoes. I keep thinking his outfits canât possibly get any better, but this one takes the cake:
Crumpled white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, gigantic scarf that looked as though it were made out of mouldy carpet, neon orange striped tie, and a matching neon orange plastic digital watch that probably came out of a box of honeycombs back in 1988.
He did not grace me with his odd conversational charm today, but I received something better. A clue.Â
Today he was buying a red notebook and three ballpoint pens instead of snacks (which was questionable but this is a Thursday weâre talking about; the day that falls on the chaotic spectrum and which I am known for my overzealous distrust of), and when he pulled out his luxury black Mastercard to pay for his items he said eight words which shook me to my very core.
âI do get a staff discount on these.â
This has never come up before because discount plans donât apply to food items. I have no need to ask the identity of a man buying a granola bar and a diet coke. But now.
I didnât speak as I handed him his receipt, just nodded courteously. Only staff members know about the specific discount so I had no real need to ask for an ID for proof, and I was cursing my mistake in not asking for it anyway.Â
I must find this man. I have been here for three years and yet have only seen him within the confines of the store at odd intervals. Iâve never even seen him step into the store, or leave (another customer is somehow always in line behind him and demanding my attention.) I spent half an hour going through the collegeâs entire staff directory this afternoon⊠and may have found something. I donât want to get anyoneâs hopes up, I am not yet certain and will have to gather a few more items of information, but for the first time I can promise a part to follow. Perhaps, an ending.
Cinq
Not an ending of any sort, but a very brief update from the field. My work schedule has changed since January and I was honestly beginning to wonder if I wouldnât see the man again until the fall, as itâs been more than two months now. He startled me quite a bit when he literally blew in as if by a gust of wind right as my shift was ending.Â
He was in quite a hurry and only bought a diet coke ($1.50) before blustering(?) off, giving me no chance to run an investigation or perception check, but if fashion checks were a thingâŠ
Please imagine, if you will, a man wearing a yellow polka-dot tie that was not even tied, an orange scarf, the watch mentioned in my previous entry, khakis, a bright periwinkle shirt⊠and an impeccably matching woolen periwinkle cape. He was also carrying a very large black satchel with tartan lining, every single pocket of which was unzipped.
He looked like a hedge wizard.
I want answers.
6.
I found him.
Masters in theology from HarvardÂ
Distinguished professor of philosophy
God-tier identification photo; I cannot believe that I have not been hallucinating this man for the past 12 months and 41 days.
i hate this so much because thereâs nothing to say that these arenât actually leaked memes from the future. these are all totally plausible. fuck
get ready for bird everybody
This is really tragic.
Ok this makes me so mad ⊠wtf uk?? You fucking idiot⊠i will Shit on your Cars! Brexit out of this planet next Time !! Fucking Shit heads
âđŸI rocks with this person
So I have a question for my followers: are there any conspiracy theories youâre 100% convinced are real
Canadian prime minister Justing Trudeau is the illegitimate son of the late Cuban dictator Fidel Castro
Search your feelings, you know it to be true.