I keep watching this and laughing alone in my apartment. The tail deflating at the end!
This is an amazing idea. It’s a new lid that attaches to any toilet cistern, re-routing the clean water that refills the tank up into a sink that you can use to wash your hands. The soapy hand-wash water then goes back into the tank to be stored for the next flush. Genius.
I want to be his friend.
I love this kid. And her Chuck Taylor skates.
Thanks to May for Facebookin’ this.
“I’m six-foot-five, two hundred and twenty pounds,
and there’s two of me.”
Thanks to Peneycad for the tip.
Something I can do for hours (um, obviously I’m speaking totally hypothetically here, you guys,) is listen to Rap Master Maurice do his thing. Rap Master Maurice is (one of) the alter ego(s) of artist Derek Erdman, who writes and sells “Vigilante rap phone calls”. It works is like so: You Paypal him $12 and he writes you a personalized revenge rap, plus sends you an .mp3 of him rapping it to the unsuspecting but totally deserving nitwit of your choice.
Ferinstance, let’s say you have a group project, but there’s that one dude not pulling his weight (there’s ALWAYS that one dude. If you think there isn’t, that one dude is YOU. Jerk.)
Or, maybe you’re upset about how your property management company does things.
Or, imagine you asked your friend what to eat, and he said: “How about some Beach Cliff sardines?” Clearly, that has revenge rap written all over it.
Also, he does friendly raps, but that will set you back $19. Fair enough.
I love this guy. 8 billion other raps on his site here. He’s away till September 15th, but I’m already making a list of those who have wronged me, and they’re gonna be so, so sorry.