The same thing happens with colloquialisms. A few months ago, my mum said the phrase “went for a Burton” in casual conversation, and I looked at her as if to say “what the FUCK?“, and then shortly afterwards I said “what the FUCK?” and she told me that it’s a really common phrase that I’m some kind of caveman for not knowing. Since then I’ve seen it literally everywhere. LITERALLY. It’s hovering right in front of me now, in fiery letters ten feet tall. It will be written on my tombstone. In blood.

I still don’t know what it actually means.

3 cuils.

The thing with twitter is, it didn’t catch on in my country at all. I would have even less friends on it, which is probably a negative number by now

Somewhere, in the ephemeral ether, a man is crying.

We’re less photogenic, and yet we are more voyeuristic for it.

There was a really funny Onion video recently that touched on this topic. and here it is!

Also, this was hilarious. The “sad, wet thump” line and the images after it… priceless.

Bastards.

Maybe that’s because I have no friends.