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Airports are fucking weird. Like I’m dressed like it’s ‘95 drinking wine and there’s a dude in a three pieced suit next to me, someone in pajamas, someone who looks like they’re going to the gym after this, and like a million button up shirts.

Update. I’m hammered.

Second update: I’m sober now but very fucking tired and in a different airport.

Additionally: I have no idea where the fuck I am

Important information: I’m fairly sure Douglas Adams was just fucking paged??? What the hell???

Have you checked if you’re alive?

Buddy I haven’t cared about blood pumping through my veins since 1920. You just gotta move on and do your own thing.

So you’re saying there’s a chance you’re tumblring your ‘airport’ adventures from the afterlife? 

im saying it doesnt matter because i have access to the internet

This entire thread is a big ass mood

I like to think he means he’s dressed like it’s 1895 and that the guy going to the gym is like an old timey strongman. Op is sitting there twisting his handlebar moustache and texting with one hand “Update: I’m hammered”.

Also it’s like 1934 at the time of posting, so when they paged Douglas Adams they were talking about this guy and the question about it being the afterlife was still relevant.

This is the best take I’ve seen.