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| How did we ever find things before some uber nerds dreamed up Google in their parents garage. | |
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| Yeah, really, we had to resort to looking under rocks like some kind of savage cave people and shit...all painting buffalo on the cave walls and what not. | |
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| I couldn't find my socks the other day. And Google was all "try behind the couch." And then proceeded to produce a Google map plotting a course to the nether regions of said couch. | |
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| And I bet Google was right on the money. | |
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| Hell yeah. Am I not wearing socks today? | |
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| They sure as hell look like socks. | |
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