At the grocery store. Orange juice was available as:
LOADED With Pulp
They did not have the other levels which are, in order of increasing pulpitude:
Loaded With Even More Pulp
Extra Loaded With Lots Of Pulp
Holy Shit, That’s A Lot Of Pulp
Seriously. There’s A Lot Of Pulp In This Motherfucker.
Stop Fucking With Me. Who Would Want This Much Pulp?
I’m Not Fucking With You. There’s So Much God Damned Pulp In This Sumbitch That You Should Forget A Straw Because You’ll Need A Fucking Ladle.
Screw The Ladle. Get A Carving Knife.
No Longer Juice. Slightly Damp Pulp.
I’ve found it. The pulp post. The lasts time I saw this was the summer of 2012. I was sharing an air mattress with a guy who was asleep and I was laughing so hard I had to roll away to keep him from waking up.
i saw these two girls while riding a gondola in venice. they were smoking and chatting on their windowsill, waving at passing boats. i thought they were incredibly lucky; i would love to share an apartment with my friend or sister in the most romantic, magical place in the world. it would be like living a dream.
This has gotta be like the tenth time I’ve reblogged this but I cannot express my love for this picture, it’s just so romantic ♡