I WAS ON THE TRAIN HOME FROM COLLEGE TODAY AND THIS CHAVVY GUY WAS SAT IN FRONT OF ME, IN HIS TRACKSUIT, LOOKING ALL BADASS WITH HIS DR. DRE BEATS HEADPHONES AROUND HIS NECK.
THE ENTIRE CARRIAGE WENT QUIET AND FROM THE HEADPHONES I JUST HEARD
yeahhhh it’s a party in the usa
it’s really weird trying to think about what goes on in a dog or cat’s head. just imagine being a cat on a street and there’s no people, just all these boxes with closed doors, and you lack the imagination to think there’s people and furniture and other cats behind those walls. it’s just this world of huge rectangles that people disappear into. but still they seem to adapt pretty easy and don’t really care how everything in the world works