Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…
These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.
To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
- Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”
*Crying with laughter*
ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.
Too fantastic not to reblog. Especially if you love Shakespeare. -H
“You’re a man with a long and dangerous past, but your future is infinitely more terrifying.”
Teen Wolf Season 3 Trailer
IF YOU STRIKE US DOWN, WE SHALL WRITE MORE COFFEE SHOP AUs, MORE IT WAS ALL A DYSTOPIC HALLUCINATION STORIES, MORE HERE’S-LITERALLY-1500 WORDS-OF-DEREK-HALE-WEARING-A-SOFT-T-SHIRT-AND-SMILING-TOO-MUCH-STORIES, MORE-25-CHAPTER-WIPS-WHERE-DEREK-IS-LIKE-PLEASE-FOR-THE-LOVE-OF-GOD-JUST-GO-ALONG-WITH-THIS-I’LL-EXPLAIN-LATER-AND-LEANS-IN-AND-BRUSHES-HIS-MOUTH-ACROSS-STILES’, MORE FIXITS, MORE AUS, MORE GROUNDHOG DAY STORIES, MORE BACK-TO-THE-FUTURE-STORIES WITH BATTLE-SCARRED STILES, GRIM, HEAVILY MUSCLED, VISIBLY KEEPING HIMSELF FROM TOUCHING DEREK IN THE WRONG WAY, MORE COLLEGE STORIES, THAT CUM DUMPSTER 4 U STORY I FOUND ONE PARAGRAPH OF THAT I WROTE WHEN I WAS DRUNK AND FORGOT ABOUT, MORE WOLF BROTHERS 5EVER STORIES WHERE STILES GOES AWAY AND COMES BACK AND DEREK IS ROLLING AROUND IN THE BACK YARD WITH SCOTT’S KIDS, THAN YOU COULD EVER BEGIN TO IMAGINE.
omg, I didn’t realize that was your first ever! I would’ve done something more. I would’ve said some words!
Is there a beer initiation ceremony I don’t know about? What does it involve?
I have never managed to get into regular supermarket beer. Growing up in Canada surrounded by hockey people, this is tantamount to a crime.
My mother doesn’t understand how I can watch a hockey game without a Labatt Blue. She sent me some money once to make sure I could have beer for the Stanley Cup finals, and I felt obligated to use the money on actual beer, which then sat untouched in the fridge until the day I left town.
i don’t like beer, either, but my sister-in-law bought this beer made w/ cherries from belgium and we drank it all. b/c it was yummy. enjoy your beer!
This had some kind of berry involved? I think? It wasn’t terrible. There was also pizza, so now I see why the two of them are popular in combination. (I sound like the least exciting party guest ever. “Yes, I suppose there is some value to this terribly common food and beverage pairing. Fascinating.”)
Y’all, I just had a beer for the first time ever in my life.
(Don’t ask how I almost made it to 30 without ever having had a beer, idek, I’m a vodka gimlets and ouzo shots girl, beer is not my thing.)
It … wasn’t terrible? It wasn’t great either? It was there and I drank it and an hour later I’m still tipsy off one beer? Beer is weird. It’s like drinking bread, but cold. If I wanted to drink bread I would — not do that.
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