memes
memes

memes

meme
meme

meme

Dank Memes
Dank Memes

Dank Memes

Reddit Funny
Reddit Funny

Reddit Funny

What Meme
What Meme

What Meme

Teacher Memes
Teacher Memes

Teacher Memes

dank
dank

dank

best memes
best memes

best memes

What Is A Meme
What Is A Meme

What Is A Meme

Kermit Meme
Kermit Meme

Kermit Meme

๐Ÿ”ฅ | Latest

Bless Up, Chance the Rapper, and Life: u/Fio_Fiddlesworth ld imgur So my Mom sold one of her schnauzer puppies to an aspiring photographer DrSmashlove So u know how I said a few weeks ago that I tried all the healthy ice creams and I was done with them, and I was going back to real ice cream? About that. See there comes a time in yo life when u realize: u just ainโ€™t about that life. It come at different times for different people. Some of u pretty ladies go to music festivals. And yโ€™all got that friend Mandy. Mandy got a lil marketing gig in the city where she make a good wage. Went to a good school. Seem normal. But she different. U knew it when u hit Lollapalooza with her and watched her pop a Molly, pop three pills where she ainโ€™t even know what pills they are, some cool white kid in a Larry Bird jersey just handed them to yโ€™all so she took them, smoked a blunt, then snorted coke with that same kid in a port a potty. U seen her 15 min later vibing to Chance the Rapper while a lil bit of puke dribbled out the corner of her mouth while she looked around crazily and on that day, u had a realization: u ainโ€™t bout that life. Mandy? Bout that life. U? Not about that life ๐Ÿ˜‚. Thatโ€™s me with ice cream. I went to Mariano super market. Grabbed some Ben and Jerry Cookie Dough. Seen it had 60 grams fat - 1,120 calories-pint. Gently caressed my 6 pack over my t shirt. And reflected on the fact that Iโ€™m just not bout that life. So I copped some skinny cow ice cream sandwiches. Each one got 160 calories. I eat two to get satisfied and thatโ€™s plenty. I gotta eat seven them b!tches to equal one pint of Ben and Jerry. I used to be bigger. Had a 36 waist. Ate whatever I wanted. I canโ€™t go back to that place. Iโ€™m a new smash. U feel me? Iโ€™m in a different place. Iโ€™ll eat B + J once in a blue moon bc it (and Jeniโ€™s) are still the GOATs but for daily use, imma stick to these skinny cows. P.s. Skinny cow please make them rectangular with a paper (not plastic) cover. On the rare occasion my mama bought us a box of generic ice cream sandwiches, peeling the paper off as it sticks to the ice cream on the side and then liiiiiicking it up the side was the best part. The adult equivalent is peeling the panties off a woman, seeing them stick to the Nani, and liiiiiiiicking...well, yโ€™all get the point ๐Ÿค—. Bless up! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
Bless Up, Chance the Rapper, and Life: u/Fio_Fiddlesworth ld imgur
 So my Mom sold one of her schnauzer
 puppies to an aspiring photographer
 DrSmashlove
So u know how I said a few weeks ago that I tried all the healthy ice creams and I was done with them, and I was going back to real ice cream? About that. See there comes a time in yo life when u realize: u just ainโ€™t about that life. It come at different times for different people. Some of u pretty ladies go to music festivals. And yโ€™all got that friend Mandy. Mandy got a lil marketing gig in the city where she make a good wage. Went to a good school. Seem normal. But she different. U knew it when u hit Lollapalooza with her and watched her pop a Molly, pop three pills where she ainโ€™t even know what pills they are, some cool white kid in a Larry Bird jersey just handed them to yโ€™all so she took them, smoked a blunt, then snorted coke with that same kid in a port a potty. U seen her 15 min later vibing to Chance the Rapper while a lil bit of puke dribbled out the corner of her mouth while she looked around crazily and on that day, u had a realization: u ainโ€™t bout that life. Mandy? Bout that life. U? Not about that life ๐Ÿ˜‚. Thatโ€™s me with ice cream. I went to Mariano super market. Grabbed some Ben and Jerry Cookie Dough. Seen it had 60 grams fat - 1,120 calories-pint. Gently caressed my 6 pack over my t shirt. And reflected on the fact that Iโ€™m just not bout that life. So I copped some skinny cow ice cream sandwiches. Each one got 160 calories. I eat two to get satisfied and thatโ€™s plenty. I gotta eat seven them b!tches to equal one pint of Ben and Jerry. I used to be bigger. Had a 36 waist. Ate whatever I wanted. I canโ€™t go back to that place. Iโ€™m a new smash. U feel me? Iโ€™m in a different place. Iโ€™ll eat B + J once in a blue moon bc it (and Jeniโ€™s) are still the GOATs but for daily use, imma stick to these skinny cows. P.s. Skinny cow please make them rectangular with a paper (not plastic) cover. On the rare occasion my mama bought us a box of generic ice cream sandwiches, peeling the paper off as it sticks to the ice cream on the side and then liiiiiicking it up the side was the best part. The adult equivalent is peeling the panties off a woman, seeing them stick to the Nani, and liiiiiiiicking...well, yโ€™all get the point ๐Ÿค—. Bless up! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

So u know how I said a few weeks ago that I tried all the healthy ice creams and I was done with them, and I was going back to real ice crea...

Bad, Bitch, and Friends: Lara Witt @Femmefeministe We shouldn't have to out ourselves as survivors in order for people to grasp the magnitude of how systemic assault & harassment are. #MeToo 10/15/17, 7:07 PM This is not to say that MeToo is a bad thing at all; just that, once again, the burden falls on the oppressed group (people who have been assaulted-harassed) to appeal to the moral sense of their oppressors. @femmefeministe explains, "Each time I pour my soul into a piece about assault, I draw out words and put them together with the hope that someone will feel connected or some sense of solidarity. I write for victims, but I also write for those who donโ€™t know what itโ€™s like, I have written with the hope that those of you who have never felt themselves shredded and stripped of their autonomy will hear us and fight alongside us because we need more people to stand up against rape culture. We march, we carry signs, we hold hands, we cry, we scream โ€” but whoโ€™s listening? Sometimes it feels as if no matter how many times we write our stories, no matter how many statistics we show you, you donโ€™t really care. For a moment you ingest our pain; you read details and see flashes of images pushed into the sentences we stitch together. Perhaps you almost feel a sense of revulsion, or even guilt. You think we were raped by monsters, but the people in our nightmares are people like your fathers, your brothers, your friends... How many stories will we have to write for you to care? Or have you read too many of our horrors? Are you desensitized now? Your friend made a rape joke, but hey, heโ€™s a good guy. Right? I wonโ€™t tell you about the person who destroyed me. I wonโ€™t tell you about the scars. I wonโ€™t tell you about the night terrors or the depression or the anxiety or loneliness โ€” because, to you, Iโ€™m just another bitch who was probably asking for it. Iโ€™m a statistic you will forget, these words of mine, you will forget but I will go back to bed and not have the luxury of forgetting. I am tired of proving to you just how difficult it is to recover. I cannot do that labor anymore. The numbers are out there for you to research: the essays, the songs, the art and the speeches are there for you to absorb and carry within your heart so that perhaps one day you can find the time to actually help us dismantle rape culture.โ€
Bad, Bitch, and Friends: Lara Witt
 @Femmefeministe
 We shouldn't have to out
 ourselves as survivors in order
 for people to grasp the
 magnitude of how systemic
 assault & harassment are.
 #MeToo
 10/15/17, 7:07 PM
This is not to say that MeToo is a bad thing at all; just that, once again, the burden falls on the oppressed group (people who have been assaulted-harassed) to appeal to the moral sense of their oppressors. @femmefeministe explains, "Each time I pour my soul into a piece about assault, I draw out words and put them together with the hope that someone will feel connected or some sense of solidarity. I write for victims, but I also write for those who donโ€™t know what itโ€™s like, I have written with the hope that those of you who have never felt themselves shredded and stripped of their autonomy will hear us and fight alongside us because we need more people to stand up against rape culture. We march, we carry signs, we hold hands, we cry, we scream โ€” but whoโ€™s listening? Sometimes it feels as if no matter how many times we write our stories, no matter how many statistics we show you, you donโ€™t really care. For a moment you ingest our pain; you read details and see flashes of images pushed into the sentences we stitch together. Perhaps you almost feel a sense of revulsion, or even guilt. You think we were raped by monsters, but the people in our nightmares are people like your fathers, your brothers, your friends... How many stories will we have to write for you to care? Or have you read too many of our horrors? Are you desensitized now? Your friend made a rape joke, but hey, heโ€™s a good guy. Right? I wonโ€™t tell you about the person who destroyed me. I wonโ€™t tell you about the scars. I wonโ€™t tell you about the night terrors or the depression or the anxiety or loneliness โ€” because, to you, Iโ€™m just another bitch who was probably asking for it. Iโ€™m a statistic you will forget, these words of mine, you will forget but I will go back to bed and not have the luxury of forgetting. I am tired of proving to you just how difficult it is to recover. I cannot do that labor anymore. The numbers are out there for you to research: the essays, the songs, the art and the speeches are there for you to absorb and carry within your heart so that perhaps one day you can find the time to actually help us dismantle rape culture.โ€

This is not to say that MeToo is a bad thing at all; just that, once again, the burden falls on the oppressed group (people who have been as...