Downtown Amsterdam at dusk, Amsterdam, The Netherlands. November 2013
[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.
Top Text: “I DON’T MIND YOUR REUSABLE BAGS”
Bottom Text: “BUT CAN YOU PLEASE WASH THEM ONCE IN A WHILE??”]
I have this one regular, she’s a very lovely and polite lady and I have no issues with her. She has her own reusable bags that I am more than happy to use.
Except that they have this…odor. I don’t even know what the hell it could possibly be, but it’s just awful. I know that they can start to smell after they’ve been used multiple times, but I can’t even imagine what they have to be used for to smell that badly.
Seriously, I will use your cloth bags. I will pack them however you want me to. But please, just through them in the washing machine or something once in a while?
mouldy enviro bags fucking kill me.
Me: So you’re telling attendance isn’t needed to pass this class
Professor: Well I guess you could just email me every assignment and final and pass
Me: You dun fucked up bruh
imagine being me and getting up at 7:30am to get to uni on time and realising when you are in the car park that you don’t even have a class until midday. fuck off forever
I see that the Government has released an artist’s impression of the proposed transport interchange at Wickham. Is it my imagination…or are trams completely absent from this image??
Now, videogames haven’t made me violent, buy they have made me feel like I’m supposed to pick this up.