#carl?

[springlockedfoxy]

Writing on China’s bib is one of my favorite jokes.

Her head is a weird shape.

So is cupcakes.

Me drawing characters I can’t draw again.

[crzcorgi]

“Holy hell. If shit could shit, it still wouldn’t look as shitty as you. Get in.” 

Negan ~ The Walking Dead 

S8 E14 ~ “Still Gotta Mean Something”

[surfacage]

? what else are you gonna do with all that natu?

(all of carl’s natu is named dave)

[casuallyyoungdragon]

To the FBI agents around the world

If there is any FBI agent watching over me I have a big question for you.

If FBI is an American agency and every single person in the world has one then FBI agent must understand a thousand of languages right? Because they never know who they are assigned to...

Ps: I am sorry to my FBI agent that hears to Green Day, All Time Low, The Maine, Mayday Parade and 5SOS 24/7... I am sorry dude but I love music😂❤️😭

@the-fbi-dude

[deadinchicago]

27 December - “We just called him Carl”

But who were you?  Photo source.

When Mrs. Edward Ryan opened the door, she was surprised at who was there.  She didn’t know who he was, and he looked miserable.  The man, about 70, stood shivering in the cold, wearing tattered clothes and shoes many sizes too big for him. His head hung on neck, shoulders sagging downwards, as he asked her quietly if she might have anything for him to eat.  Mrs. Ryan felt bad for the poor fellow, and invited him in for supper.

The home cooked meal was especially good to the man, who said his name was Carl. Carl asked if there might be any work he could do around the house in exchange for food and board, and indeed there was. The Ryans owned a small farm in Tinley Park, and getting on in years themselves, they could certainly use the help.  Carl brightened up at the prospect, and soon he was set about doing chores for the Ryans in exchange for a place to stay and hot meals.

Carl didn’t say much.  He mentioned that he had sisters living in Beverly Hills, but never anything more than that.  The Ryans didn’t ask many questions of him, either - they were happy to help him, and happy for the help he provided them.  But one day about two weeks after he’d moved in, he came up to Mrs. Ryan and told her he felt sick. He retired to his room for the day.

Later on, when they tried to rouse him from his bed, they found that he’d passed away.  

The police were looking for relatives of the man, but the Ryans didn’t know much about him, not even a last name.

“We just called him Carl,” they said.

From the Chicago Tribune, 28 December 1938.  Source.

[wild-penguin]

dont mind me im just recovering from the walking dead 

[myinternetlyfe]

for real tho.  my youtube suggestions.