acceptable pet names:
- babe
- baby
- sweetie
- cutie pie
- darling
- honey
unacceptable pet names:
- boo boo sweetie oojy woojy poogy poo
- cthulhu
- sweet devil prince in the pale moon light
- Leslie
- floor
- 2% milk
- Ella Fitzgerald
harry potter and the crazy ass rock
harry potter and the hogwarts basement
harry potter and the guy who went to jail
harry potter and the big ass fire cup
harry potter and the secret club no one can know about
harry potter and the vandalized textbook
harry potter and the triangle circle stick
i shouldn’t have laughed as much as i did
I laughed so fucking hard.
GOSH
WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY
Japan…
THIS MADE MY NIGHT.
Instagram Socialmatic Camera
Another interesting concept design comes from ADR Studio. This time they imagined the Instagram icon becoming a real life digital instant film camera – the outcome is the Instagram Socialmatic CameraFeaturing:
- 16 GB mass storage
- Wifi and Bluetooth
- 4:3 touchscreen
- 2 main lens, first for main capture, second for 3D filters, webcam applications and QR Code capturing
- Optical zoom
- Led Flash
- Internal printer to make your Instagram photos real
- Paper cartridge with Instagram Paper Sheets
- Dedicated 4 colors ink tanks
- InstaOs 1.0, which put together Facebook and Instagram App feature
chRIST where do you get clothes like this anyway
I want these. All these. THESE.
Get on my body.
Some of these are amazing. Where do they come from? Looks like Modcloth, maybe, but I don’t recognize them.
Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. In a certain small town Harold, the local gravedigger, upon hearing a bell one night, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time, it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged and pleaded to be unburied.
“Are you Sarah O’Bannon?” Harold asked.
“Yes!” The muffled voice asserted.
“You were born on September 17, 1827?”
“Yes!”
“The gravestone here says you died on February 20, 1857.”
“No, I’m alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!”
“Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt.“But this is August. Whatever you are down there, you sure as hell ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”
