#not-funny

[all-the-jokes]

Wanna hear a joke…Not Climate Change, you fucking mong

[srulo]

Bit Bat Wolf - Not Funny

[ohmyhairsmellslike-chocolate]

[confusionandsimplicity]

my boyfriend....

boyfriend: knock knock

me: who's there?

boyfriend: Doctor

me: ....-.-....Dr.Who?

boyfriend: *smiles* I'm sorry, I know it's re-tardis

yep

[themoonisgay]

Me: I think I'm going to actually do my homework

Tumblr: Nope

Chuck Testa: Nope

[yscandalous]

[essayist-blog]

by Evan Wright

The destruction continues after sunrise. Slow-moving A-10 Thunderbolt jets circle the northern fringes of Al Hayy, belching machine-gun fire. The airframe of the A-10 is essentially built around a twenty-one-foot-long seven-barrel machine gun -- one of the largest of its type. When it fires, it makes a ripping sound like someone is tearing the sky in half. The A-10s wrap up their performance by dropping four phosphorus bombs on the city, chemical incendiary devices that burst in the sky, sending long tendrils of white, sparkling flames onto targets below.

Civilians line up by the side of the road when First Recon's convoy assembles that morning. The battalion is heading south, back to Al Hayy, then north on a different route to the next town, Al Muwaffaqiyah. Most of the crowd are boys, twelve to fifteen. The morning's show of American air power has whipped them into a frenzy. They greet the Marines like they are rock stars. "Hello, my friend!" some of them shout. "I love you!" It doesn't seem to matter that these young men have just witnessed portions of their city being destroyed. Or maybe this is the very appeal of the Marines. One of the promises made by the Bush administration before the war started was that the Iraqi populace would be pacified by a "shock and awe" air-bombing campaign. The strange thing is, these people appear to be entertained by it. "They think we're cool," says Person, "because we're so good at blowing shit up."