Only on Tumblr could you find advice on being buried alive in the same post as advice on cereal dust.
If I’m being buried alive I’m either going to be knocked out, tied up, or put in a coffin. If not what’s stopping me from trying to jump out? The threat of being shot? If so then why are they burying me alive?
Why the fuck would you park like that? You can only drive the one in the front. That’s got to be an extra 10 minutes, at least, to start your day just because you were rich enough to buy all the cars, but too lazy to pay for a wider driveway. It’s probably another person’s job to just rearrange the cars, which is an even bigger waste of money.
On this day, three years ago, I was extremely bored. I would have never brought it up, but apparently tumblr sends you email reminders.
Can’t Stop the Crooks turned 3 today!