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Pug Immediately Regrets Buying Trampoline

A Seattle pug named Franklin saw a trampoline at Target and did what any other self-respecting American would in that situation — he slapped down his debit card and rolled that sucker home.

After a good hour scouting the perfect location and tending to some basic assembly, he was ready to hop on.

“He’s been bouncing for about five hours now,” says Gerald Robinson, one of about 40 onlookers who have encircled the hopeless pup. “You can tell he wants out, but he hasn’t been able to break the cycle. I sure hope he kept the receipt.”

Via Jill Watson, by way of Bunny Food.

(via flavorpill)

Edelman, Mesko and Kettani were at Children’s Hospital in Boston. My day is already better than expected. Too much hunk. I can’t take it.

Edelman, Mesko and Kettani were at Children’s Hospital in Boston. My day is already better than expected. Too much hunk. I can’t take it.

Not all Monday mornings are created equal.
Mine started at 5 am with my neighbor claiming his roommate assaulted him. No one appeared hurt, but the cops were called nonetheless.
Took the early wake up call as a chance to go for a morning run. Was really feeling it until mile 3, when I dropped my phone and shattered the screen – and my Patriots iPhone case. The horror.
Alright so leave apt and throw good song on the iPod, make it to subway and somehow get distracted by great song – run straight into turnstyle without swiping card. We’re talking full blown, bend in half run in. People see. People laugh. Moving on.
So I find myself next at Whole Foods picking up my overpriced juices for the final cleanse before Vegas. Sipping my green juice, walking to work, feeling good, great heels, crisp white shirt…you know where this is going right?
One witnessed crime, Verizon insurance deductible, bruised ego and sullied shirt later, here we are on another Monday morning in the office. Thankfully, the internetz can cheer me up. And you too, of course.

Not all Monday mornings are created equal.

Mine started at 5 am with my neighbor claiming his roommate assaulted him. No one appeared hurt, but the cops were called nonetheless.

Took the early wake up call as a chance to go for a morning run. Was really feeling it until mile 3, when I dropped my phone and shattered the screen – and my Patriots iPhone case. The horror.

Alright so leave apt and throw good song on the iPod, make it to subway and somehow get distracted by great song – run straight into turnstyle without swiping card. We’re talking full blown, bend in half run in. People see. People laugh. Moving on.

So I find myself next at Whole Foods picking up my overpriced juices for the final cleanse before Vegas. Sipping my green juice, walking to work, feeling good, great heels, crisp white shirt…you know where this is going right?

One witnessed crime, Verizon insurance deductible, bruised ego and sullied shirt later, here we are on another Monday morning in the office. Thankfully, the internetz can cheer me up. And you too, of course.

Modern Girl Magazine, 1957

It is hardly necessary to waste words over the so-called bikini since it is inconceivable that any girl with tact and decency would ever wear such a thing.
Say something. Say one thing.

Say something. Say one thing.

Ladies, meet the Joey Bra. It has a pocket so you can store your phone, credit card, you know, whatevs!! Totes cool. In other news, purses.

Ladies, meet the Joey Bra. It has a pocket so you can store your phone, credit card, you know, whatevs!! Totes cool. In other news, purses.

Me. Vegas flight. Count on it.

Me. Vegas flight. Count on it.

(via 10knotes)

Apparently Andrew Luck is a self-proclaimed Bananagrams champion. Challenge. Andrew, I will take you on anytime, anywhere, any surface, your set or mine. It’s on.

Ayn Rand

I swear, by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.