Okay this is honestly the funniest photo I have ever seen. I can’t even look at it or I start cry-laughing.
I found it on awkwardfamilyphotos.com and the caption under it was “We had the worst wedding photographer ever”.
I can’t even handle it. I can’t. I love that someone made this and thought it looked good. You couldn’t even try to make something this bad as a joke. The sincerity with which this was made is what makes it so perfectly bad. It’s priceless. PRICELESS.
Just saw this on fb. They win the Irony Award for 2013.
Being a teacher is mostly a thankless job but every once in awhile a student will let you know that you made a difference in their life.
I just got this email from a student:
"This was honestly one of the best classes I’ve ever taken! You were an amazing professor and I love the way you taught the class and thanks to this class I enjoy photography even more and have found a way to be creative and artistic. I never thought I was good at any of it but turns out this was it. Thank you so much for everything! You’re the best! I hope to see you around again.”
A week ago today my car was hit by a truck. A truck came into my lane and squished my car. Thankfully I’m okay physically- but mentally I’m in the hospital hooked up to all kinds of machines. It’s touch-and-go but I’ll pull through eventually. At least there will be no visible scars.
Truck vs. Honda Civic: It’s a terrible match-up. Trucks should only be allowed to pick on trucks their own size- it’s only fair. A Honda Civic has no chance when a truck wants to fight. NO CHANCE. My Honda wasn’t even prepared… just driving along with no cares in the world. What an idiot.
I have had that car for ten years. It’s paid for. It’s been a great car with no maintenance issues. IT’S PAID FOR. It has gotten me from point A to point B daily for ten years and was never a whiny bitch about it once. (Except for that one day I went to McDonalds three times but that’s not important now.)
That car was the only one who knew my secret eating habits- expertly hiding the evidence of my 7-Eleven candy binges under its seats. It listened quietly without judgment while I sang at the top of my lungs. It saw boyfriends come and go and never once told me what it really thought of them- but I knew.
I have driven it across the country a few times and guess what? NO ACCIDENTS. I have driven all speeds on freeways all over the country, through heavy traffic, heavy winds, downpour rain, slippery ice and snow and guess what? NO ACCIDENTS.
Look, I know accidents happen but not to me. They only happen to other people.
If one good thing has come from this, it’s that I’m really terrified while driving. I think every single person is coming into my lane. I overreact and have panic attacks. Please don’t drive next to me.
I’m still waiting to hear from the powers that be if my car is going to pull through this or if I will have to pull the plug. I am really hoping for the former. I don’t want a new car. If it is totaled, I don’t want the Kelley Blue Book value, I want the Robin McCauley value: ten years of priceless memories, or the cash equivalent.
I love this guy.
Upon entering my home people have said, “You have a lot of stuff.” And, to clarify, that’s not to say I have nice things or things of any real value. It’s more that, well, I have a lot of stuff. I wouldn’t say I’m at “someone needs to call A&E” level of stuff. It’s just stuff I’ve…