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Butt, Chill, and Choose One: Ride Menu Choose one or more types of rides you would like today (You must be 18 years of age or older and over 4'2" tall.) The Stand-Up Ride lohn: The Lyft Driver I tell you about things I learned in prison and poor life choices I have made. Don't put a tattoo of your girlfriend on your butt. It rarely works out well. The Creepy Ride I don't say anything. I just leer at you periodically in the review mirror and lick my lips in an unpleasant, malicious or lascivious manner. The Therapy Ride Tell me about all your problems and I will pretend to care The Sympathy Ride I tell you about my problems and you pretend to care The Silent Ride The Sado-Masochistic Ride l insult you and your relatives (particularly your mother) and be as rude as I possibly can to you the whole trip. WARNING: This ride hegins by me throwing yo out of the car and making you run to catch up. The Chill Out Ride out on beautifu, qwiet classical music and you arrive at your destunation relaxed, refreshed and less likely to complain about the TSA strip search. The Gluttony Ride I recommend the best restaurants in town and warn you to stay away from the other oves ayped ones. (I will join you upon request.) The Jeopardy Ride I tell you fun facts and trivia about Nashville which will help you win game shows and amaze your friends. Hint: Ask me about "hookers Interesting Lyft ride The sadomasochistic ride is tempting (xpost from r/mildlyinteresting)
Butt, Chill, and Choose One: Ride Menu
 Choose one or more types of rides you would like today
 (You must be 18 years of age or older and over 4'2" tall.)
 The Stand-Up Ride
 lohn: The Lyft Driver
 I tell you about things I learned in prison and poor life choices I have made.
 Don't put a tattoo of your girlfriend on your butt. It rarely works out well.
 The Creepy Ride
 I don't say anything. I just leer at you periodically in the review mirror and
 lick my lips in an unpleasant, malicious or lascivious manner.
 The Therapy Ride
 Tell me about all your problems and I will pretend to care
 The Sympathy Ride
 I tell you about my problems and you pretend to care
 The Silent Ride
 The Sado-Masochistic Ride
 l insult you and your relatives (particularly your mother) and be as rude as I
 possibly can to you the whole trip. WARNING: This ride hegins by me
 throwing yo out of the car and making you run to catch up.
 The Chill Out Ride
 out on beautifu, qwiet classical music and you arrive at your destunation
 relaxed, refreshed and less likely to complain about the TSA strip search.
 The Gluttony Ride
 I recommend the best restaurants in town and warn you to stay away from
 the other oves ayped ones. (I will join you upon request.)
 The Jeopardy Ride
 I tell you fun facts and trivia about Nashville which will help you win game
 shows and amaze your friends. Hint: Ask me about "hookers
 Interesting Lyft ride
The sadomasochistic ride is tempting (xpost from r/mildlyinteresting)

The sadomasochistic ride is tempting (xpost from r/mildlyinteresting)

Complex, Drugs, and Gif: There are dealbreakers, too. Anyone who regularly Netflix-binges engages in social activism, or wears mascara more than twice a week is going to have to look elsewhere. "This may not be the right place," the Startup Castle says, if you - Watch more than 4 hours of TV/movie/game entertainment per week - Have more than 1 tattoo - Have ever attended more than 1 protest Make more than three posts a week to social media Listen to a songs with explicit lyrics more than an once a day Wear make-up more than twice a weelk - Own any clothing, shoes, watches, or handbags costing over $500 - Have bills that get paid by somebody else Drive a vehicle that was given to you by your parents - Get regular spending money or gifts from your parents - Have more than one internet app date per week - Have a complex diet that requires lots of refrigerator space - Drink alcohol more than 3 drinks per week - Use marijuana more than twice a year - Have been prescribed anything by a psychiatrist more than once - Use any other drug more than twice in your entire ajani-on-the-spot: gehayi: berlynn-wohl: hapabap: nazerine: plasmalogical: paxamericana: Silicon Valley’s ‘Startup Castle’ is looking for roommates, and the requirements are completely bonkers good thing i listen to exactly one song with explicit lyrics every day I’ve been saying this for a while but Startup Bro is the new and terrifying lovechild of the brogrammer and the business major and he is somehow even more self-centered and bigoted than either of them No, no, guys, look closely. This house is looking for extremely physically fit young men (No drugs, no makeup, no special diet, exercise 15 hrs a week) who are passive and docile (no protests, no music lyrics with swears) who, most of all, will not be missed if they disappear (very little social media presence, not rich enough to own expensive luxury items, no need to constantly be in contact with their parents over bills/gifts, few identifying markings like tattoos) This is obviously an organ harvesting operation. Actually it turned out that the guy who was running it wanted to create a quasi-paramilitary organization. There were so many horror stories about the place in the news that the landlord evicted everyone. (Gotta say, though, that I like the organ harvesting scheme better.) “It would have been better to have found out this was an organ harvesting scheme” is not a sentiment I expected to see today, and yet.
Complex, Drugs, and Gif: There are dealbreakers, too. Anyone who regularly Netflix-binges
 engages in social activism, or wears mascara more than twice a week is
 going to have to look elsewhere. "This may not be the right place," the
 Startup Castle says, if you
 - Watch more than 4 hours of TV/movie/game
 entertainment per week
 - Have more than 1 tattoo
 - Have ever attended more than 1 protest
 Make more than three posts a week to social
 media
 Listen to a songs with explicit lyrics more than an
 once a day
 Wear make-up more than twice a weelk
 - Own any clothing, shoes, watches, or handbags
 costing over $500
 - Have bills that get paid by somebody else
 Drive a vehicle that was given to you by your
 parents
 - Get regular spending money or gifts from your
 parents
 - Have more than one internet app date per week
 - Have a complex diet that requires lots of
 refrigerator space
 - Drink alcohol more than 3 drinks per week
 - Use marijuana more than twice a year
 - Have been prescribed anything by a psychiatrist
 more than once
 - Use any other drug more than twice in your entire
ajani-on-the-spot:
gehayi:

berlynn-wohl:

hapabap:

nazerine:


plasmalogical:


paxamericana:

Silicon Valley’s ‘Startup Castle’ is looking for roommates, and the requirements are completely bonkers

good thing i listen to exactly one song with explicit lyrics every day


I’ve been saying this for a while but Startup Bro is the new and terrifying lovechild of the brogrammer and the business major and he is somehow even more self-centered and bigoted than either of them


No, no, guys, look closely.
This house is looking for extremely physically fit young men (No drugs, no makeup, no special diet, exercise 15 hrs a week) who are passive and docile (no protests, no music lyrics with swears) who, most of all, will not be missed if they disappear (very little social media presence, not rich enough to own expensive luxury items, no need to constantly be in contact with their parents over bills/gifts, few identifying markings like tattoos)
This is obviously an organ harvesting operation.


Actually it turned out that the guy who was running it wanted to create a quasi-paramilitary organization.
There were so many horror stories about the place in the news that the landlord evicted everyone.
(Gotta say, though, that I like the organ harvesting scheme better.)

“It would have been better to have found out this was an organ harvesting scheme” is not a sentiment I expected to see today, and yet.

ajani-on-the-spot: gehayi: berlynn-wohl: hapabap: nazerine: plasmalogical: paxamericana: Silicon Valley’s ‘Startup Castle’ is lookin...

Crazy, Disney, and Family: 1 hr 4/10/19 Where do l even start!? Today has been a month + in the making and it was such an incredibly special and fun day! Cancer has taken and continues to take so much from Trinity and our family, so we try to think outside of the box to come up with super fun, once in a lifetime things to do, see, or go to. I orginally reached out to Ink Wolves with an idea, not sure if they would even reply, and if they did reply I wasn't sure if they would think I was crazy! To my delight they jumped right into this crazy idea with me! I wanted to let Trinity get some "tattoos" because she loves the ones her daddy has. Ink Wolves took it upon themselves to get Tattoo markers, practice with them, have 2 artists come in on their day off, have snacks, and even jam out to Disney music for over 4 hours with a 3 year old who is fighting cancer, all while making sure Trinity had the BEST day! Never in a million years did I ever think I would take my 3 year old toddler to a tattoo shop, and never in a million years did I think that her and I would get our first tattoos together! But let me tell you I am SO thankful that we took a big jump out of the box and just "went for it" because we all had the BEST DAY TODAY!!!!! Thank you again Ink Wolves team! Many more pictures to come! #Trinitytough #WeFightTogether uesseu he wrong Trinity is a 3 year old girl that got diagnosed with Neuroblastoma cancer in July 2018. This week a tattoo shop, gave her and her mom an unforgettable experience by giving them their own person 4 hour “tattoo session”.
Crazy, Disney, and Family: 1 hr
 4/10/19 Where do l even start!? Today has
 been a month + in the making and it was such
 an incredibly special and fun day! Cancer has
 taken and continues to take so much from
 Trinity and our family, so we try to think outside
 of the box to come up with super fun, once in a
 lifetime things to do, see, or go to. I orginally
 reached out to Ink Wolves with an idea, not
 sure if they would even reply, and if they did
 reply I wasn't sure if they would think I was
 crazy! To my delight they jumped right into this
 crazy idea with me! I wanted to let Trinity get
 some "tattoos" because she loves the ones her
 daddy has. Ink Wolves took it upon themselves
 to get Tattoo markers, practice with them, have
 2 artists come in on their day off, have snacks,
 and even jam out to Disney music for over 4
 hours with a 3 year old who is fighting cancer,
 all while making sure Trinity had the BEST day!
 Never in a million years did I ever think I would
 take my 3 year old toddler to a tattoo shop, and
 never in a million years did I think that her and I
 would get our first tattoos together! But let me
 tell you I am SO thankful that we took a big
 jump out of the box and just "went for it"
 because we all had the BEST DAY TODAY!!!!!
 Thank you again Ink Wolves team! Many more
 pictures to come! #Trinitytough
 #WeFightTogether
 uesseu
 he wrong
Trinity is a 3 year old girl that got diagnosed with Neuroblastoma cancer in July 2018. This week a tattoo shop, gave her and her mom an unforgettable experience by giving them their own person 4 hour “tattoo session”.

Trinity is a 3 year old girl that got diagnosed with Neuroblastoma cancer in July 2018. This week a tattoo shop, gave her and her mom an unf...

Cats, Pizza, and Tumblr: lolzandtrollz: What Kind Of Tattoo Do I Want? Well, I Like Cats And Pizza
Cats, Pizza, and Tumblr: lolzandtrollz:

What Kind Of Tattoo Do I Want? Well, I Like Cats And Pizza

lolzandtrollz: What Kind Of Tattoo Do I Want? Well, I Like Cats And Pizza

Girls, Tumblr, and Blog: coolfriendlyguy: actuary-tattoo: deathandmysticism: Plague, Dance of the Rats, 17th century Me n the girls new yorkers having fun
Girls, Tumblr, and Blog: coolfriendlyguy:

actuary-tattoo:

deathandmysticism:
Plague, Dance of the Rats, 17th century

Me n the girls


new yorkers having fun

coolfriendlyguy: actuary-tattoo: deathandmysticism: Plague, Dance of the Rats, 17th century Me n the girls new yorkers having fun

Tumblr, Grandpa, and Blog: awesomacious: Grandpa got a cochlea implant tattoo to be just like his grandson
Tumblr, Grandpa, and Blog: awesomacious:

Grandpa got a cochlea implant tattoo to be just like his grandson

awesomacious: Grandpa got a cochlea implant tattoo to be just like his grandson

Tumblr, Grandpa, and Blog: awesomacious: Grandpa got a cochlea implant tattoo to be just like his grandson
Tumblr, Grandpa, and Blog: awesomacious:

Grandpa got a cochlea implant tattoo to be just like his grandson

awesomacious: Grandpa got a cochlea implant tattoo to be just like his grandson

Tumblr, Grandpa, and Blog: awesomacious: Grandpa got a cochlea implant tattoo to be just like his grandson
Tumblr, Grandpa, and Blog: awesomacious:

Grandpa got a cochlea implant tattoo to be just like his grandson

awesomacious: Grandpa got a cochlea implant tattoo to be just like his grandson

Grandpa, Tattoo, and Got: Grandpa got a cochlea implant tattoo to be just like his grandson
Grandpa, Tattoo, and Got: Grandpa got a cochlea implant tattoo to be just like his grandson

Grandpa got a cochlea implant tattoo to be just like his grandson

Girls, Tumblr, and Blog: coolfriendlyguy: actuary-tattoo: deathandmysticism: Plague, Dance of the Rats, 17th century Me n the girls new yorkers having fun
Girls, Tumblr, and Blog: coolfriendlyguy:

actuary-tattoo:

deathandmysticism:
Plague, Dance of the Rats, 17th century

Me n the girls


new yorkers having fun

coolfriendlyguy: actuary-tattoo: deathandmysticism: Plague, Dance of the Rats, 17th century Me n the girls new yorkers having fun

Best Friend, Confused, and Dad: MAMMA, EVER SINCE I SAlV I'M ITALIAN, EVERYONE KEEP4 TEA IN ME AND AGKING IF I'M IN THE MAFIA NEXT TIME TELL THEM THEN THEY WILL FEAK YOU. 2srooky: giancarlovolpe: Based on a true story. this reminds me of a story that’s kind of an ongoing joke in my family.  I’m half German, and my father’s side of the family is full blooded German. My father owns a business that deals with a lot of international calls, and during my early tween years he got a lot of business calls at all hours of the day and night from all over the world.  Now, when i first met my best friends, I had them sleeping over at my house, and we were watching TV. Every few minutes the phone would ring, and our caller ID would project at the top of the television screen.  I was bullied a lot as a kid, so my dad told me to tell people if they asked what my father did, that he was in the German Mafia. So, naturally when my friends asked who was calling, I made the joke it was business cause my dad was in the German Mafia, and the joke stuck.  And it spread, too. Middle school was filled with jokes about my family and the mafia, but they were just jokes. That I was in the mafia, my dad was a mafia boss, etc. etc. Those jokes continued into high school, where, in my junior year I was in a big depressive spell. I wore my hair tied back from my face a lot, and in my history class, these jokes were cracked a little more often as we began our European Studies. One day, my History teacher, the most amazing teacher I had in high school, walked between me and my best friend, as our desks were right next to each other, while we had been making one of these jokes.  He paused, and reached out, tapping my right temple twice while a huge, cheeky grin spread on his face and he just went.  “Good to see you finished your induction.” and walked away. I was confused, my best friend and I were staring at each other for a solid ten minutes before we got back to work.  When I went home that night, I looked up a bunch of stuff about the German Mafia. The German Mafia would often do a tattoo of 3 dots on someone once they had finished their “trials” and were accepted. This was most often done in cases of murder, and other crimes. Where the tattoos were placed meant different things. Hands were the norm, but sometimes a tattoo would be placed on the face.  These tattoos are now mostly outdated, and are usually just prison tattoos done for years/crimes committed in prison, but some branches of Russian, Cuban, and German mafias still use the three dot tattoos.  I was flabbergasted for two reasons. One, that my teacher knew all of this about the German mafia, and, Two, that he pointed out the three freckles on my temple that make a perfect triangle.  For the rest of my Junior and Senior year, the mafia jokes dwindled less and less, because people actually believed I was in the mafia.  I never told them I wasn’t, either.
Best Friend, Confused, and Dad: MAMMA, EVER SINCE
 I SAlV I'M ITALIAN,
 EVERYONE KEEP4
 TEA IN ME AND
 AGKING IF I'M IN THE
 MAFIA

 NEXT TIME
 TELL THEM

 THEN THEY
 WILL FEAK
 YOU.
2srooky:

giancarlovolpe:

Based on a true story.

this reminds me of a story that’s kind of an ongoing joke in my family. 
I’m half German, and my father’s side of the family is full blooded German. My father owns a business that deals with a lot of international calls, and during my early tween years he got a lot of business calls at all hours of the day and night from all over the world. 
Now, when i first met my best friends, I had them sleeping over at my house, and we were watching TV. Every few minutes the phone would ring, and our caller ID would project at the top of the television screen. 
I was bullied a lot as a kid, so my dad told me to tell people if they asked what my father did, that he was in the German Mafia.
So, naturally when my friends asked who was calling, I made the joke it was business cause my dad was in the German Mafia, and the joke stuck. 
And it spread, too. Middle school was filled with jokes about my family and the mafia, but they were just jokes. That I was in the mafia, my dad was a mafia boss, etc. etc.
Those jokes continued into high school, where, in my junior year I was in a big depressive spell. I wore my hair tied back from my face a lot, and in my history class, these jokes were cracked a little more often as we began our European Studies. One day, my History teacher, the most amazing teacher I had in high school, walked between me and my best friend, as our desks were right next to each other, while we had been making one of these jokes. 
He paused, and reached out, tapping my right temple twice while a huge, cheeky grin spread on his face and he just went. 
“Good to see you finished your induction.” and walked away.
I was confused, my best friend and I were staring at each other for a solid ten minutes before we got back to work. 
When I went home that night, I looked up a bunch of stuff about the German Mafia. The German Mafia would often do a tattoo of 3 dots on someone once they had finished their “trials” and were accepted. This was most often done in cases of murder, and other crimes. Where the tattoos were placed meant different things. Hands were the norm, but sometimes a tattoo would be placed on the face. 
These tattoos are now mostly outdated, and are usually just prison tattoos done for years/crimes committed in prison, but some branches of Russian, Cuban, and German mafias still use the three dot tattoos. 
I was flabbergasted for two reasons. One, that my teacher knew all of this about the German mafia, and, Two, that he pointed out the three freckles on my temple that make a perfect triangle. 
For the rest of my Junior and Senior year, the mafia jokes dwindled less and less, because people actually believed I was in the mafia. 
I never told them I wasn’t, either.

2srooky: giancarlovolpe: Based on a true story. this reminds me of a story that’s kind of an ongoing joke in my family.  I’m half German,...