At times I browse Pinterest and think...
So, without further ado, here is my Pinterest edition of That Shit Cray.
What. Does. This. Even. Mean? Honestly. Further more, why do we need access to a shirt with this dumb "quote"? I mean, really though. Does the chick wearing this have a hard time reaching the tomato sauce in her pantry? Get a step stool and find you a best friend who brings more to the table than her height. K? Cool.
That shit cray.
While I understand this is just a darling little concept, what the shit happens when homegirl puts these things on and starts walking down that isle? Oh, I know, cute sentiment on the bottom of her shoe gets worn off. Good thing you have this picture because, aside from the bottom of your genius new husband's name, you're just going to have a ruffed up bottom of a shoe after you've danced the night away. Maybe, I don't know, we could try some good old fashioned pen and paper next time?
That shit cray.
Someone, anyone, please enlighten me. WHY do we need dishes hanging over our bed? Is this real life though, for real? Do these people love eating? In bed? Are they hoarding plates above their headboard just in case they bring a snack to bed that was a little messier than they intended? I just... don't get it. I mean, yeah, they're cool plates, I guess, but maybe we could display them in a room more relative to dish ware. You know, like the dining room. Maybe the kitchen. Just a thought.
That shit cray.
Nothing says "Happy Birthday, Pal!" quite like a gift wrapped in a used toilet paper roll, let me tell you. This is where I have to draw the line at recycling... I mean, have you heard the stats about all of the germs and (literal) shit that float around a bathroom? I actually think I just dry heaved thinking about it. How about we pick up a gift bag or some wrapping paper while we're at the Hob Lob grabbing the ribbon to wrap around your pal's gift?
That shit cray.
And disgusting.
"When doing your nails, use Elmer's glue around your nail, let it dry, go crazy with paint, and then peel off the glue. WHY HAVE I NEVER HEARD OF THIS BEFORE?!"
That shit cray.
Stop. It. Just stop. What in the actual fuck though? Who the hell is sitting on the other end of the interwebz creating these ridiculous things still? Not only am I over it, but people are really starting to get straight up Amanda Bynes level cray with these things and I've had it. Maybe I don't want to keep calm and also maybe I don't want to be forced to see what you're keeping calm about all over my damn Pinterest feed. Just stop it. This dead horse has done been beaten and laid to rest. Give. It. Up.
That shit cray.
And that's all I've got for you today.
Wish me luck around 5pm (my time) today, as some woman named Anastasia will be putting wax in places wax should probably never go. If you hear a scream around that time, it's just me. Though I'm going to attempt to take notes the entire time so I can compile a post about getting your vajay waxed off.
Keep calm and get your vajay waxed off, homies.
Peace out girl scout.
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