I showed this post to my boyfriend and he tried to take his shirt off like a girl and
Out of the 82k notes my post got this is by far the best comment holy shit thank u for being u
So i tried it both ways and uh
i mean how do you do the first one without pulling out all your hair?
this made me laugh really hard….
and it made me realize that girls and boys pull their shirt off differently. /amazed
but seriously I think girls just do the cross arm thing because of HAIR like demonstrated
So one year, one URL change, and a hair cut later, I decide to try again… FOR SCIENCE!
Its not science unless you write it down so
Well done, i guess…
I fucked up
I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW WE CAN HAVE SUCH DIFFERENT WAYS OF TAKING OFF SHIRTS AND SO MUCH DIFFICULTY DOING IT THE OTHER WAY
Adopted 10/31/03, he had heart worms, shaggy hair for a schnauzer that never grew correctly and the biggest ears that earned him the nickname ‘bat dog’. He had the biggest heart, such a puppy full of love. He smelled like fish. He was quiet and squirmish, you had to earn his trust, and when he tipped over the garbage in the kitchen he used to sort out the trash into little organized piles and then sleep in the middle.
My dog Mozy passed away this afternoon. He was old, and we were prepared for it, so the news didnt really faze me until i spoke the words ‘Mozy passed away’ while on the phone woth my best friend. It felt so final. Even if arguably I was able to say my goodbyes I wasnt ready for this. Im happy it was peaceful for him though. Good night Mozy, I love you, you ragamuffin pooch.
It is an unusual school in an unusual location and is run by an unusual teacher.
Rajesh Kumar is a shopkeeper by profession but spends hours every morning teaching around 80 children from the poorest of the poor in India’s capital.
The 43-year-old visited the construction of the Delhi transit station a few years ago and was disturbed by the sight of many children playing at the site instead of attending school.
When he questioned the parents working at the sites they all said there were no schools in the vicinity and no one cared.
Consequently, his open-air class room was born - between pillars and beneath the tracks of the Delhi transit system, known as the Metro.
Every few minutes a train passes above, the children unperturbed by its sounds.
There are no chairs or tables and the children sit on rolls of polystyrene foam placed on the rubble.
Three rectangular patches of wall are painted black and used as a blackboard.
Anonymous donors have contributed cardigans, books, shoes and stationery for the children, as their parents cannot afford them.
One unnamed individual sends a bag full of biscuits and fruit juice for the pupils every day - another incentive for the children to turn up for their studies.