Don’t make old-timey Omar kill your ass.
Man, clothes ain’t got no owners. Only wearers.
That boy was beautiful…
What a great thing to have waiting for me when I resumed the internet this morning.
The online adventures of Tiff Fehr (@tiffehr), a UX engineerette at The New York Times. Feel free to peruse my somewhat popular geek-themed Tumblr, too, if that's your thing.
More personally than the above or below, I document notable adventures (much later than when they actually happen): Oktoberfest '04, Guatemala '08, Europe '10, Wisconsin '10, Middle East '11*. (* in progress)
Don’t make old-timey Omar kill your ass.
Man, clothes ain’t got no owners. Only wearers.
That boy was beautiful…
What a great thing to have waiting for me when I resumed the internet this morning.
I am so excited about this show!
understand this man could put his pistols in my holsters any fucking time he pleased.
can’t fucking wait.
You don’t mess with
Boardwalk Empire might be alright.
Can someone please tell me more about old-timey Omar? What’s the context? Just a photo shoot or some other thing I’m...
shotgun. You got the briefcase. It’s all...game, though, right?
Oh Omar. If only all murderous gangsters could be gay and spout philosophy…