Angry birds- the game and the real thing?
Game is pretty fun. Angry birds in real life are horrifying and bad. I have a rabid fear of any animal in which it is tough to get a solid grip on them, like birds and fish. Dogs don’t scare me, because I know if it came down to it, I could bear hug a dog and at least put up a fight. You can’t bear hug a bird, or a fish. You just gotta sort of grab at it. That’s horrifying.
chubby people decked out in high performance gear?
Just because a chubby guy/girl wants to better themselves and get in shape, must we insist on them wearing potato sacks while doing so? Chubby people have just as much right as anyone to the moisture-wicking power of high performance gear. Go on with your bad selves, chubby people decked out in high performance gear. Good.
Quiche for breakfast? As a man?
Yo let’s break down these gender norms once and for all. I can live with society telling me I should rock pants and not a skirt, and I enjoy the norm that lets me skip out on uncomfortable undergarments and having to put makeup on my face. I can live with all that as a man. But when society starts telling me I can’t enjoy a savory, open-faced pastry crust pie with a savory custard filling of cheese, meat and vegetable for breakfast, well then fuck that. Quiche is great for breakfast, for man, woman OR beast.
