Griffin: Here, let’s play a game. Guess how many unread emails– Rachel: Ohhh my god, Griffin… Griffin: –I have in my email box right now. Griffin: [singing] Guess how many emails, guess how bad a correspondent I am! Online, on the internet where nothing even matters at all. Rachel: [in the background] This is horrifying… Rachel: Uh, I’m gonna say 4,000. Griffin: Oh, more than that, babe. Rachel: Oh my god… Griffin: Oh noooo Griffin: [singing]
13,368 unread emails people worked on and sent me and I said ‘no
thanks, I’m good’, without even clicking the email you worked on.
If you google Tony the Tiger, even if safe search is on, a very well drawn, almost imperceptible picture of him laid back with his finger in his ass is the fifth picture, top row result in Google Images
i love jane eyre but honestly imagine being friends with that bitch. like imagine trying to convince her to leave rochester and she’s like idk and you’re like he called u ugly???? he keeps his secret wife locked in the attic???? wake up???? and then you think she finally has it sorted out and she calls you a few months later like “his wife killed herself and burned down the house so it’s cool we’re getting married” like !!!!!!!!!!!! HOW DO YOU GO TO THAT WEDDING!!!!!!
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