One brave Tumblr poses a challenging question: Selfie legs or hot dogs? I love this with every fiber of my being—as a comment on the vapidness of social media, as a salute to nitrates, and as an art form.
Do yourself a favor and go see ‘em all!
At any age, that about sums it up.
[I Heart Chaos]
To be fully candid, I post it because I am in awe of this totally badass farming site. It’s slick. It’s snarky. It’s contemporary. If this is the modern farmer, I’m tempted to toss aside my extremely lucrative blogging career and start plowin’. Arugula, here I come!
In 2013, if you combine nostalgia, the internet, and a few pot jokes, you can have a thriving business. Ladies and gentlemen: Baseball Card Vandals.
“Babe, if you want me in top shape for the shore house, you’ll let me funnel this hot toddy.”
I miss him too. He was a pretty big wheel down at the cracker factory.
What a sad little lock. I think I see a tear forming at the keyhole. Or maybe it’s Pomeranian pee. Tragic either way.