Reblogging just in case this is true. I’ll get it off my blog here later, but for now….
Yeah if this is true… I’m just leaving this here and may or not remove all art.
TIME TO READ THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS CHANGES.
Oh yeah. It’s true.
What makes this even more of a shitshow though? Well, if you don’t feel like digging through all the legalese to find this section, I’ve done it for you. This is what it says as of 2014-01-25, 19:53 PST:
Read that. Read all of it. Not just the legalese in white. Not just the “skimmer-friendly” version in gray. Read both and notice how they technically, for all legal purposes, say the same things…yet completely contradict one another from any practical standpoint. The gray boxes are all nice and friendly. The legalese is basically a great big ol’ FUCK YOU.
So yeah, signal boost the hell out of this.
uuuuuugh whaat :(
What’s going on tumblr…
welp… there goes another safe space on the internet
“And it upsets me that as I record this video #wewillalwayssupportyoujustin is trending on twitter. I wish all the people who were tweeting that right now would be forced to send a tweet to explain to Katie’s family in 140 characters or less why they would quote always support someone who would do something as fundamentally selfish as driving drunk.”
Oh god, I rode on one of those during my temp. job at the warehouse. Didn’t get that crazy tho, lol. One of the guys did crazy shit, but more often on the forklift. Was hilarious. Dangerous. But still funny.
I think the worst we did was scoot round and when someone was close put out arms out and put on the chorus to ‘Hero’ by Enrique Iglesias people started to hate us after a while.
It’s hilarious that non-Americans on Tumblr are all like “OMG DENNY’S TUMBLR MAKES ME WISH I LIVED IN AMERICA SO I COULD EAT THERE,” while us Americans will literally only eat at Dennys if it’s 3 in the morning and we’ve lost control of our life.
You don’t go to Denny’s. You end up at Denny’s.
And not that Denny’s. Let’s go to the good one across town.
The accuracy of this scares me so much
I don’t know who these non-Americans are, but I’m happy with my Kinder eggs, thanks.