THOSE TATTOOS THAT HAVE AN ANCHOR AND SAY ‘I REFUSE TO SINK’ ARE SO STUPID DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT ANCHORS ARE LITERALLY SUPPOSED TO SINK THAT’S THE POINT OF THEM IF YOU WANT A TATTOO THAT SAYS THAT MAKE THE PICTURE BE OF A POOL NOODLE OR SOME FLOATIES OR SOMETHING
(Source: ordinaryactsofbravery, via 1maniacatatime)
can I tell y’all about this tuna fish sammitch I made though?
first - lemme tell you that I’m the type of nigga to boil some eggs and throw it in. texture. color. taste. delicious.
so I make sure to chop them suckas up cause again, thats what I like. add some helmans cause miracle whip aint really my shit and then GAME CHANGER? I added raspberry preserves.
my nigga when I tell you shit was bangin’ I’m talmbout boom bangin’ out the frame. like I’m willing to die after that sentence and put it on my grave - that’s how much of the truth was in that mixture.
not to mention I put the tuna in the freezer before I opened the can - just to give it a lil’ chill factor (really a nigga could be on hells kitchen but I’m not tryna brag just tryna let y’all know that I know how to make a fuckin’ tuna fish sammitch)
okay so we got tuna, boiled eggs, raspberry preserves, a dollup of helmans, lil bitta salt and pepper and then I casually chopped up a cucumber just to be different.
in comes a motherfucking croissant. because a nigga likes to eat croisammitches.
and I got lettuce too - no tomato because no fuckin’ tomato
a side of cape cod chips and I cut the bitch in half so I could savor and intermission on that bitch.
I’ma make another one though. pics.
idk how i feel about jam and tuna, but this is still the best post of my life