Newport Pizza

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theclearlydope:

Nope. 

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The first time I ever used bronzer was right after college. I was going on an informational interview with a pharmaceutical company. I was wearing this shirt with an asymmetrical neckline that I bought to go under my new suit (ehhhhhh) and I remember really going to town with the bronzer. Just ALL OVER. And when the neckline of the shirt shifted I had the most apparent, neckline-shaped, adobe-colored EVERYTHING north of my collar. And I didn’t get the job and it was probably because the interviewer thought I was being super racist. It was really bad, you guys.

Anyway, this looks nice and I wish I could do it.

(via The Beauty Department: Your Daily Dose of Pretty. - SUNKISSED)

slothville:

Here at Slothville we are looking forward to our very own movie awards tomorrow night - the SLOTHCARS. It’s a tight race this year for best film with Les Slotherables likely to beat Django Unslothed and Sloths of the Southern Wild to the coveted prize.

tomoatmeal:

The dog died in a trash compactor.  He chased a Frisbee in there and by the time the children figured out where he had run off to, it was too late.

“Here’s your dog,” said the machine operator.  He tossed the oldest boy a tiny cube of fur and bone the size of Lego.  “Real sorry about that.”

Even though I didn’t know them, I hated to see the children cry so I told them that maybe there was a chance.  Maybe there was a solution.

“Like those little sponge pills,” I said.  “You put the pill in the water and it grows into a dinosaur or something.”

“There’s some water over there!” said the younger boy.

We ran over to the edge of the parking lot, where sure enough, an ice bucket half-filled with water had been left unattended.

“Lucky us!” I shouted.

The children seemed happy enough and I guess something in their hopeful expressions turned me into a believer, too.  Maybe on a day like Valentine’s Day, the magic of love could defy logic just enough to give some of us another chance.

They dropped the cube into the water, but nothing great happened.  It sort of broke apart, expanding, sure, but definitely not turning back into a live dog

“But at least it’s not a cube anymore,” I offered, foolishly.  As if the real problem this entire time had been about the state of the dog’s corpse and not that he had died tragically.

The children started crying again, harder if you can believe it.

Later that night I thought back to what had happened with the children and their dog and I wondered: If I could go back in time and change anything, would I?  Probably.  I’d probably change the part where I said it might be possible to save a dead dog.