Because slacking off can be hard work. Let me do it for you.
This dog has it all wrong. You’re supposed to lay off the couch lying on your back. That way, when you’re drizzling Nestle Quick into your mouth from a two foot drop, you don’t spill it on the rug. What is wrong with young people today?!
So I’ve got a bunch of fun links for you but if I’m being honest, I feel like somewhat of an impostor including them in this week’s Slackers. Sometimes I do all this internet surfing and I’m really proud of myself when I find interesting and unique articles to show you and it’s like I actually did a job and I tell myself that I’m just like Walter Cronkite bringing you the news and I sit in my room with my computer in my lap, smiling as I play out the ceremony in my head where I’m bestowed a GLAAD award.
And then there’s times when I’m in a complete panic because it’s Friday morning and I haven’t got a clue what I’m going to put in here so I spend six minutes on Facebook rounding up all the stuff my friends have posted. That’s what happened today. So thanks Facebook family! It’s a pleasure having you on the Slackers team! Starting with:
My brother Patrick. He brings us one of the cutest links I’ve seen in a while depicting what I always KNEW was happening with my stuffed animals when I went to sleep at night! Mine were just more discreet and didn’t leave quite so much evidence.
From my friend Lorraine: Jesus, does she know me or does she know me? Never drink alone again. Wine for cats!
From my friend Michael: Can we please stop treating gay people like they’re our goddamn accessories?
Don’t remember who this is from but totally a Facebook steal. Dance-off between two of my new favorite people.
At first I just read the highlights of this talk given on creativity by John Cleese but actually watching it was worth the thirteen minutes it took me and we all know that’s like six years in internet speak.
I need posts like this after hearing about all of the awful shit that happens in the world every single day. It’s exhausting until you see a kid selling lemonade for smiles.
I may have posted this last year but when I saw it in my friend Michael’s feed the other day I had to watch it six more times. I’m pretty sure this is my ghost of Christmas future.
“New wave artists aging gracefully” or in some cases, with enough plastic surgery to service a burn unit for a decade.
Hey, I just killed your mom. Let’s be friends!
Now every time I see some digits I don’t recognize I’m like “Please let it be a wrong number! Please let it be a wrong number!”.