Why can’t I click on this and make it bigger, buzzfeed?
Why can’t I click on this and make it bigger, buzzfeed?
Oh god, I love her. And she could have a future as a political and social leader, if she wanted to. But I love her, I love her, I love her. Uma, Charleze, Sofia… I’m sorry, it’s over between us. Does anyone have her number? Can I just watch her talk a little while longer?
I have to say, these weren’t my favorites, of the minimalist poster genre. They seemed kind of formulaic, with three images laid out vertically in each one. (Plus, Marcel wasn’t really that essential to the narrative of Friends.)
God that was fast - I always imagined those houses getting blown away over the course of a half hour, not a few seconds. I remember once my husband called to tell me to take the baby to the basement, and like an idiot, I decided to watch at a window to see if it got bad enough to justify waking her up. Needless to say, by the time I could see that it *was* getting bad enough, we were already in danger of getting hit with shattering glass on our way to the stairs. And by the time we got to the basement, it was over. So, this is probably obvious to the non-idiots out there, but you have to shelter *immediately* when they tell you to, and not give into the temptation to take a moment to evaluate for yourself whether you really need to shelter.
A pony with a bow on top. For real. I didn’t understand why I had to go out to the barn to find my present!
Dude, this seriously needed some punching up. A hook. Anything. Like a picture of a pile of the stuff at the end next to the phone. Or a better concept: “Your purse before and after iphones,” and limit yourself to shit that people actually have and use (i.e. not compasses).
I love that in #1 and #9 he’s flashing wads of singles! I can do that too! Maybe he’s actually making an ironic statement about global economic injustice. BA HA HA HA no just kidding.
Once a journalist was accompanying Mother Theresa and watched her lift a person with leprosy out of a gutter. He said, “I wouldn’t do that for a million dollars.” She said, “Neither would I!”
More like Scott Is-dick. (NAILED IT.) What a fucking toolbag!
I don’t think that’s an epic rebuttal. An epic rebuttal would have been putting Kanye’s face inside the lid.
How are people out driving in that? I’m not being preachy, I actually don’t understand. That house blew away like it was made of feathers, and then a truck went by, seemingly fine. How are the people watching from across the street so chill? Or is the voice over not live?
My favorite line in the book is when Ruth has her baby, and everyone says, “Idgie, he has your hair!”
The internet anger continued “into November”? Halloween was literally two days ago.
That verges on inhuman. Didn’t he think it might get back to the missing boy’s mom, that he was making a joke out of her missing son? Even if it does increase visibility, there are ways to do things with respect, and there are ways to add insult to injury.
Yikes! That’s awful! I’m so sorry!
Thank you! Whenever I was unhappy about being chubby, I remembered blubber and knew it could get worse. And I still know what a flenser is.
He’s a hottie for sure! I don’t like the picture of him holding the model’s boob tho. I think it’s in poor taste.
I actually loved some of those. The Border Collie costume, the Golden Retriever grinning in the foreground while the couple kissed… those were awesome!
I do not think I would enjoy his company.
Someone explain the French one, please.
24. Walt listening to a new friend say *his OWN* name:
It’s too soon to pierce the veil!
There are so many things I don’t understand here. What person of integrity and intelligence would want to be a part of an organization that hasn’t accepted a single African American in ten years? Who wants to be a part of an organization that discriminates against low-income people and unattractive people? How do several sororities at a land-grant university exclude all African Americans from membership for 10 years without causing some kind of outcry and investigation? Don’t federal funds go to the University of Alabama? I don’t understand it. Didn’t we all watch the same after-school specials? Don’t we all value diversity of perspective, opportunities for low-income people, and judging people on the content of their character rather than their outward appearance? I genuinely don’t get it. The whole thing seems like such a monumental distraction from the kind of learning and development that is supposed to happen in college. Is there a secret club of vastly wealthy people who start grooming their daughters into this way of thinking in high school, having them dress the right way and look and act the right way, for the privilege of paying a huge amount of money to be a member of these sororities? Why? Does an otherwise reasonable group of women actually give 17 and 18 year-old girls “scores”? Based on what criteria? At 18 you are not even finished becoming yourself yet. The last thing you need is a group of peers telling you you can’t joint the club because you’re not desirable as a member. When did we start saying, as a society, that it’s acceptable to judge young people based on criteria including looks and wealth to decide if we want them in our group or not? Didn’t they all ready Jane Eyre and watch Freaks and Geeks? Or at least Judy Blume and Charlie Borwn? If you limit yourself to associating with people who are attractive, wealthy and just like you, you are 1. Missing out on a lot of amazing people
2. Limiting your growth of perspective as a person
3. Being mean
4. Learning to value all the wrong things Would you want to be a member of a group that would exclude Frida Kahlo, Georgia O’Keeffe, Amelia Earhart, Emily Dickinson, Rosa Parks, Marian Anderson, Kathy Bates, Emma Thompson, Ruth Bader-Ginsburg, Serena Williams? The ground-breakers, the people of courage, wit, talent, strength, skill, humor and integrity? Who decides that their highest aspiration is to be a member of a club of pretty, rich people? Didn’t their parents teach them to be nice to the excluded kid on the playground?
I also liked:
“Never mind, it was nothing”
“I love you”
Almost as good as the Jeopardy one.
Show me some primary sources. I read on the Straight Dope that Humpty Dumpty was originally published as a poem/riddle when such things were the fashion. You were supposed to guess what Humpty Dumpty was. We only recite the first stanza, but there were more stanzas in which it was revealed that humpty was, in fact, an egg. Believe me, I prefer the creepy explanations, but I only want to know them if they’re true!
Meh. Back in the day when people invented antibiotics and telephones, people also got their 15 minutes by doing stunts on the wings of bi-planes, wriggling out of locked straightjackets, going over waterfalls in barrels, or in the case of General Tom Thumb, marrying another little person as part of a circus act. Granted, most of these are more impressive than setting yourself on fire while twerking… I’m just saying, it wasn’t all about excellence in the service of greater good of humanity. There have always been people willing to do outrageous things for a little bit of limelight.
I see what you mean. Many Christians would find it upsetting to see a picture of the Virgin Mary depicted as though she had been beaten.
BuzzFeed, please make it so I can watch all 4 videos at the same time!
I wish I lived in a country where I could do this kind of thing without getting shot for meth money.
You know, I can’t even imagine what she would look like without big hair. She’s only 5’ and she looks like she has a tiny frame. I’m wondering … without big hair and her ample bosom, would her head look really big? I love her, by the way. Something about her appearance is very distinctive.
1. Make awesome mix videos for your friends of babies swimming under water and horses running in the Tour de France! 2. If you find someone’s childhood treasure 40 years later, track them down and give it back! 3. Help your shmoopy figure out that the weird dude in all of the ripped up photo booth pictures he collects is actually the repair man! 4. Take revenge on a mean-spirited neighbor by sitting on his TV antenna with a radio and unplugging it just before someone scores… and for the replays 5. Draw an upside down face on your chin and take a video of yourself talking! 6. Kindle romance in the cafe where you work by planting the same idea in two people’s heads
God, they all look so skinny!! That show and Friends (Rachel and Monica) had to be the height of the you-must-be-underweight-to-be-on-TV era.
I had so many snarky things to say, but then #13 made the sky crack open and the angels sing! But how do you cut the top off the plastic bottle? It seems like it could be time consuming or violent. Okay, I can’t help it:
#2 Why wouldn’t you just use your measuring cup?
#7 Spices already come in jars.
In ten years we’ll all be working for him… or dead by his hand.
“Joan actually supported Bill de Blasio, the new leader in the polls, but not after she spoke with him at an event and he asked her why he would keep stop-and-frisk in Manhattan?” This cannot be a sentence published by a “news” outlet that gets interviews with Steny Hoyer.
I also thought you got pregnant every time you had sex, so most people only had sex 2 or 3 times. Then I saw a movie where the lady was saying she didn’t know which boyfriend was the father, New York or Chicago… I thought, “That’s dumb; it’s obviously the one you had sex with.”
I’ve never told anyone this, but I thought boys had three penises, and the back two were called testicles. I thought they were three faucets and three different things must come out. I think I thought this because I saw my dad getting out of the shower when I was really small, and seeing the pee pee in the middle and boys on each side just looked like a cluster of three penises from the front. Imagine my surprise in 5th grade sex ed… I kept thinking the videos were wrong!
I don’t think it’s bogus. I knew about sex when I was 3 and my dad gave me the book “Where did I come from?” And I know lots of kids who know big words like frequently at age 6.