MY NIECE JAEDYN AMARI EMERSON OF BRANDEIS HIGH SCHOOL IN SAN ANTONIO HAS BEEN MISSING SINCE LAST NIGHT. SHE IS 15 AND WAS LAST SEEN WEARING SHORTS AND A TUBE TOP. HER AUNT TALKED TO HER AT 5 30 THIS MORNING. PLEASE CALL MY MOTHER, HER GRANDMOTHER, CHERYL EMERSON AT 210 445-6120 IF YOU SEE OR SPEAK TO HER.
Oh, jesus. Please keep your eyes peeled, South and Central Texas.
That comic book store is pretty cool but they don’t have the first volumes of the mangas I wanna read like Death Note, Soul Eater or Fairy Tail for instance and that’s annoying
WE NEED TO PROTECT THEM
trying to ruin marriage again are we
We kinda understood that they are gay, I don’t think you need to bring that up everytime there’s a picture of them
It’s 2013 and I still have to brush my teeth 3 times a day
Dans sa tête le rayonnement du tube cathodique
A étouffé les vibrations des Tam-Tam de l’Afrique
Il n’a plus de cartable, il ne saurait quoi en faire
Il ne joue plus aux billes, il veut jouer du revolver
Petit frère a jeté ses soldats pour devenir un guerrier
Et penser au butin qu’il va amasser
If you’re not French then you should expect that I ask you if you have an accent in your mother tongue and if you speak a particular dialect/slang/whatevs
Aïssa Maïga, photographed by Jean-Baptiste Soulliat.
La plus belle
Metroid Prime came out ten years ago.
I knew that USPS was supposed to be delivering an important package to me today. Normally the lazy ass postman makes no attempt to buzz my apartment from the lobby or take the elevator to my floor to deliver the package. They simply put a note in my mailbox saying, “sorry we missed you!!!”, as if they made an attempt to deliver it.
So thinking that I’m smart and shit, I decided to go downstairs to the mailbox one hour before the mail normally runs and put a handwritten note on my mailbox saying, “I am definitely home, please buzz me, I promise I’ll come downstairs and get the package”.
So I wrote out my lil note, and walked to my mailbox thinking I had just prevented fuckery from happening. So when I get to my mailbox I see the fucking mailtruck outside about to pull away. Shit… they got here early. Then i quickly look in my mailbox and see the telltale pink note.
“Sorry we missed you!”
Not only had these lazy fucks failed to take 5 seconds to buzz my apartment, I had caught them in the act. But they were outside in the truck about to pull off.
So I sprint my fat ass towards the mail truck wearing nike sandals and start banging on the side of the vehicle. I held up my pink note and I was like, “ive been here the entire time and you didn’t even buzz me”
This nigger mail woman looks at the note in my hand…. then looks at me, then looks at the note again, and says, “that wasn’t me, must have been someone else”
and then she peeled the fuck off before I could say anything
So done with USPS
One day I would like to go to a party and be invisible so to actually see with my own eyes how people have fun
I’m not talking about open bars, I’m tlaking about regular parties
PLEASE REPOST- my friend Joey hasn’t been heard from since last night. Please spread this around. He’s a wonderful person and a lot of people are missing him right now. He lives in west Philly and is active on tumblr, facebook and other social media sites but hasn’t updated since yesterday.
Joey Ross is a local Philly kid who goes to shows frequently and I’m sure some of you know personally. He’s been missing since yesterday. If you hear from him or know someone who has, please call either number listed below.
267-252-4447 or 856-577-4719