“My feet are soaked but my cuffs are bone dry! Everything’s coming up Milhouse!”
Warning: Contains rude words that have been crudely shaven into people’s heads.
I’m not crying. It’s just raining on my face.
If you can get through this post without wanting to build a fort then you’re probably dead inside. Sorry.
Last Thanksgiving we asked our London office to (try to) label all 50 states. The results were varied at best. A year on we decided to see if they’ve learnt anything since then. Spoiler: They have not.
Beware: Fucking NSFW from the shitting outset. H/T to Alphabet Tourette’s.
Because there is NO better feeling than the tube doors stopping exactly where you’re stood.
In Cards Against Humanity, there are ONLY wrong answers.
“My face smells like breakfast.”
YOU WEREN’T THERE, MAN! These are the things that shaped modern Britain.
TL;DR this place is a bit silly.
Warning: Includes NSFW stick figures.
Because no one can be Mr. Happy all of the time.
“Used all of my socks, now I have no socks to wear to go and wash my other socks.”
So many anagrams, so little thyme.