What I want to do: tell people I’m asexual so it’s out of the way and they can stop assuming I’m allosexual
What I don’t want to do: give a 5 minute explanation of what asexuality is followed by a 10 minute debate on whether or not it’s actually a real thing followed by yet another another 10 minutes of uncomfortable questions as they continue to try and disprove my sexuality to me
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John Mulaney | The Salt & Pepper Diner
THE BEST JOKE IN EXISTENCE
GOD I JUST TOLD SOMEONE ABOUT THIS STORY
This is one of the best pieces of comedy that I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing. I love this. I have been looking for this online for awhile.
[Audio transcription: I wanted to tell you one story. Uh. This is the story of the best meal I’ve ever had in my life, okay. Happened when I was eleven years old in Chicago, IL where I grew up. I went to a place called the Salt & Pepper Diner, uh, with my best friend John. We walk into the diner one day, and they had a jukebox there, okay? And the jukebox was three plays for a dollar. So we put in 7 dollars and selected 21 plays of of Tom Jones’s What’s New Pussycat. And then we ordered and waited.
Here’s the thing about when, uh, What’s New Pussycat plays over and over and over and over and over again. The second time it plays, your immediate thought is not ‘hey someone’s playing What’s New Pussycat again.’ It’s ‘hey, What’s New Pussycat is a lot longer than I first thought. The third time it plays you’re thinking maybe someone’s playing What’s New Pussycat again. The fourth time it plays you’re either thinking ‘whoa someone just played What’s New Pussycat FOUR TIMES or at least someone played it twice, and it’s a really long song.’ So the fifth time is the kicker, alright?
Now, John and I we’re watching the entire diner at this point, alright? Most people have gotten wind as to what’s going on. And we’re staring at this one guy and he’s sitting in like a booth with his stupid kids jumping around, and he’s like staring at his coffee cup like this, and he’s been onto us since the beginning. And he’s sitting there, and his hand is shaking, and he had this look on his face like, aw, like he had just gotten his thirty day chip from anger management. And he’s staring like this, and the fourth song fades out. It’s dead quiet. Then, I don’t know if you know this, but the song begins very quietly…
BWAAAH BWAAAAAH WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT and he goes GOD DAMN IT and pounds on the table, silverware flies everywhere, and it was fantastic. But a word about my best friend John and what a genius he was because when we first walked into the diner, okay? When we first got there and I’m punching in the What’s New Pussycats alright? I’ve punched in like 7 at this point then John says to me ‘hey hey hey before you punch in another What’s New Pussycat let’s drop in one It’s Not Unusual.’
Oh yes. That is when the afternoon went from good to great. After seven What’s New Pussycats. In a row – It played seven times. Suddenly – Dum da dum, IT’S NOT UNUSUAL and the sigh of relief that swept through the diner. People were so happy. It was like the liberation of France. You know for years scientists have wondered can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones’s It’s Not Unusual and the answer is yes you can. Provided that it is preceded by seven What’s New Pussycats. It’s true. Dead honest.
And on the other hand. When we went back. Holy shit. It’s Not Unusual fade out. It’s dead quiet. BWAAAH BWAAAAH WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT people went insane. People went out of their minds. No one could handle it. No one could handle it. And they were surrounded by this seemingly indifferent staff that was just like ‘yup some crap as always.’
They unplugged the jukebox after eleven plays. And that was the best meal I ever had.]
reblogging again coz this time it has audio transcription (bless you) and it’s still forever hilarious omg
⭐️Please Help⭐️
I’m homeless and just got a job, however, I will have no income until two weeks from now. I’m almost to E in my car, if I don’t have gas to get to work I will be fired! I hate asking for money but guys, I’m fucking desperate. Please. I already haven’t eaten in three days. I’m so close to getting my life to a better place. Please. I’m begging you.
paypal.me/apocaplypticprince
just had a thought: what if stay alive in hamilton was replaced with stayin alive by bee gees
can you imagine if you got the power of flight but it was just like swimming so you had to flail your limbs wildly and you could only move as fast as you can in water and if you were a shitty swimmer you’d just have to doggy paddle slowly through the sky
that’s SO weird but it’s exactly what happened to me once or twice in a lucid dream?? i tried flying but i guess my brain was like “nooo, but that’s not realistic”, so as a compromise i was literally floating through air as if it was slightly less dense water. made flying a significantly less fun experience. (to be fair tho it was more like vacuum than water, but with more resistance)
think it’s about time we stop making jokes about the amount of famous white boys named Chris, and about time we started focusing on Tom. Am I talking about Cruise? Hiddleston? Hardy? Holland? Hanks? Felton? Fletcher? Selleck? Welling? Ford? Hooper? Brady? It’s impossible to tell because apparently half the male population are called Tom.
*Approaches a gay couple*
So which one of you is Chris and which one of you is Tom.
Can’t forget Tom Riddle, he was pretty famous too
•please help•
I hate having to do this, but I’m homeless still and still living in my car. I haven’t been able to feed myself in two days, if anyone could donate to my paypal link so i can eat dinner tonight i would be beyond blessed. I never thought I’d be in this situation. I feel so alone and scared and helpless. I remember seeing posts like these and feeling bad and donating like $200 here and there because I could afford to, but now I need help and it seems like I’m just doomed. I’m kind of giving up hope honestly.
paypal.me/apocaplypticprince
hello!
hi! im adrian, a young autistic mentally ill gay trans man who enjoys art, fun animals, and swimming!
people (my family) are awful to me, and have been for about 10 years (probably more). i have been emotionally abused, threatened with physical violence, gaslit, and invalidated constantly. i cry just thinking about going home sometimes and im deathly scared of my parents and other relatives.
the minute i turn 18, i plan to cut off all contact with my family and live on my own in college and afterwards. my birthday is in august so i have until then to raise money so i can escape.
my paypal is paypal.me/adrianeuropa and i plan to start a fund for medical expenses (for my transition) soon too. in the meantime pls donate or signal boost!! thank you i love u all so much. ❤️❤️❤️
I need to follow some new blogs so if you post about Doctor Who, media criticism, feminism, social justice, mental health, LGBT stuff, or are just another friendly neighbourhood bisexual then like this post and I will follow
(reblogs would be extra handy if you can pls)
xxx
BITCH WE OUT HERE TAKIN OUR
M E D S
AND DRINKIN THAT UHHHH
W A T E R
Still havent showered but bitch
WE’LL GET THERE