December 3, 2012 • 2 notes

Selfies?

My photo doesn’t work on thsi comput er for some reason but it should be kn own that i amn drunk, i am in a sirport, and there is afake flower in m y hair,…

October 23, 2012 • 1,965 notes • Laughing Squid
laughingsquid: How to Reveal a Jack-O-Lantern’s Secret Pumpkin Brain

laughingsquid:

How to Reveal a Jack-O-Lantern’s Secret Pumpkin Brain

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October 22, 2012 • 15,035 notes • the-monster-and-the-lady

gammon-rod:

norell:

trueemergence:

the-monster-and-the-lady:

They say if you give a man a fish, he’ll eat for a day.  But if you teach a man to fish…. then he’s got to get a fishing license, but he doesn’t have any money.  So he’s got to get a job and pay taxes, and now you’re gonna audit the poor cocksucker because he’s not good with math. 
   So they’ll pull the IRS van up to your house and take all your shit. And you were just worried about eating a fucking fish, but you couldn’t ever cook the fish because you needed a permit for an open flame.  Then the Health Dept. is going to start asking you a lot of questions about where you are going to dump the scales and guts. And ladies and gentlemen, if you get sick of it all at the end of the day, it’s not even legal to.

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October 2, 2012 • 21,038 notes •

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September 26, 2012 • 107,500 notes • lydiabutz

lydiabutz:

This guy in my art class forgot his paint brush so he just cut off a chunk of his hair and taped it to a pencil.

I feel like he has more commitment to fine art than I do.

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September 26, 2012 • 32,222 notes • xombiedirge

thisstreetsmanifesto:

meriadoc:

What shows was this sliced with?? I recognise Rugrats but the aliens remind me of something else its going to drive me insane

It’s really sad when people don’t recognize AHH! Real Monsters.

September 26, 2012 • 4,767 notes • gifstelevision

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September 23, 2012 • 251,301 notes • alpakanaitis

whitestuffknowslimits:

masterxroshy:

greyscalemates:

archaic-ramblings-of-a-llama:

swaggamander:

i like my men how i like my tea

thrown in the boston harbor

I like my men like I like my wine.

Twelve years old and locked in a basement. 

I like my men how I like my meat

ground up and in the freezer

I like my men how I like my books

bound in leather

I like my men how I like my homework

spread all over the table

one on top of the other

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September 22, 2012 • 35,334 notes • wafalo
enasnivolz: Fuck yes, Ghastly looks awesome.

enasnivolz:

Fuck yes, Ghastly looks awesome.

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September 22, 2012 • 6,642 notes • nattieneidharts

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September 21, 2012 • 1,521 notes • puffinpea

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September 21, 2012 • 2,112 notes • thedrunkenmoogle
thedrunkenmoogle: Lavender Town Syndrome (Pokemon cocktail) Ingredients:2 oz Hpnotiq1 oz Vodka (Regular or 100 proof for an extra kick).25 oz Grenadine6 oz Sprite Directions: Mix all ingredients in a tall glass over ice. Serve and tell ghost stories. A note from the creator: This drink was inspired by the Lavender Town Syndrom urban legends that have become popularized on the internet. It is said that during the earliest run of the original Pokemon games, many children reported interesting symptoms. After playing for many hours and prolonged listening to the original music played in Lavender Town, some children reported having severe headaches, feeling very depressed and even some suicidal tendencies. Upon investigation, it was found that there was a hidden undertone in the original music for Lavender Town. It is believed that it was these hidden undertones that caused “Lavender Town Syndrome”. The music was modified slightly for further releases, the undertones were removed, and the syndrome seemed vanish.  [Video - Lavender Town Music] Drink created and photographed by Eddie Strickland.

thedrunkenmoogle:

Lavender Town Syndrome (Pokemon cocktail)

Ingredients:
2 oz Hpnotiq
1 oz Vodka (Regular or 100 proof for an extra kick)
.25 oz Grenadine
6 oz Sprite

Directions: Mix all ingredients in a tall glass over ice. Serve and tell ghost stories.

A note from the creator: This drink was inspired by the Lavender Town Syndrom urban legends that have become popularized on the internet.

It is said that during the earliest run of the original Pokemon games, many children reported interesting symptoms. After playing for many hours and prolonged listening to the original music played in Lavender Town, some children reported having severe headaches, feeling very depressed and even some suicidal tendencies. Upon investigation, it was found that there was a hidden undertone in the original music for Lavender Town. It is believed that it was these hidden undertones that caused “Lavender Town Syndrome”. The music was modified slightly for further releases, the undertones were removed, and the syndrome seemed vanish. 

[Video - Lavender Town Music]

Drink created and photographed by Eddie Strickland.

September 21, 2012 • 25,393 notes

amy-a-cups:

Yes please.

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September 17, 2012 • 35,280 notes • crscorp
unholystagepresence: The snow soaked his fur and made the old Pikachu cold straight to his bones, but he didn’t move from his spot, perched on the old, rotting post that had once been a sign. He had been there for a long time, just…waiting. People would pass by him, but none tried to capture what would have been such an easy addition to their Pokemon team. Because they all knew which Pikachu this was, and why he was sitting, nearly motionless, on such an old post. Nobody had the heart to move him. Pikachu shuddered and sneezed. The area was different, very different. The trees of Viridian Forest had been cut down long ago, but Pikachu knew the place for what it was. It was the place where he’d first decided he’d cared about his partner. He could still remember the ten year old boy clutching him, injured, to his chest, his heart nearly beating out of his ribcage in fear and exertion as he ran and rode from the Spearow flock trying to take them both down. He’d been nothing but cruel to the boy, but despite all that, he was giving his all to protect him. When he’d fallen, he’d shielded Pikachu with his body, knowing that he’d be hurt, perhaps even killed, by the onslaught. Pikachu had decided, then, that this boy was worth defending, and he’d never regretted his decision to protect the boy, his trainer, his best friend… They had had many great adventures together. Some battles had ended in losses, many in great victories…they’d made many friends along the way. But all good things ended. Pikachu lived long lives, longer still if they evolved into Raichu, and because of this, Pikachu was glad he’d never evolved. It was hard enough, really. It was as if, one day, his buddy was just…gone. So, Pikachu had waited, in that field that no longer bared the scars of a great thunder strike. Through spring, summer, fall, and now winter, he’d waited. His vision blurred and he shifted, laying on the top of the post instead of sitting. It wouldn’t be too long, now. Not too long at all… ———————————————————————— “Hey, Pikachu!” “Pika-Pi!” “I missed you too, buddy. C’mon, let’s go. We’ve got a whole new adventure waiting, and I just couldn’t start it without my best friend…” OH DEAR GOD

unholystagepresence:

The snow soaked his fur and made the old Pikachu cold straight to his bones, but he didn’t move from his spot, perched on the old, rotting post that had once been a sign.

He had been there for a long time, just…waiting. People would pass by him, but none tried to capture what would have been such an easy addition to their Pokemon team. Because they all knew which Pikachu this was, and why he was sitting, nearly motionless, on such an old post. Nobody had the heart to move him.

Pikachu shuddered and sneezed. The area was different, very different. The trees of Viridian Forest had been cut down long ago, but Pikachu knew the place for what it was. It was the place where he’d first decided he’d cared about his partner.

He could still remember the ten year old boy clutching him, injured, to his chest, his heart nearly beating out of his ribcage in fear and exertion as he ran and rode from the Spearow flock trying to take them both down. He’d been nothing but cruel to the boy, but despite all that, he was giving his all to protect him.

When he’d fallen, he’d shielded Pikachu with his body, knowing that he’d be hurt, perhaps even killed, by the onslaught. Pikachu had decided, then, that this boy was worth defending, and he’d never regretted his decision to protect the boy, his trainer, his best friend…

They had had many great adventures together. Some battles had ended in losses, many in great victories…they’d made many friends along the way.

But all good things ended. Pikachu lived long lives, longer still if they evolved into Raichu, and because of this, Pikachu was glad he’d never evolved. It was hard enough, really. It was as if, one day, his buddy was just…gone.

So, Pikachu had waited, in that field that no longer bared the scars of a great thunder strike. Through spring, summer, fall, and now winter, he’d waited.

His vision blurred and he shifted, laying on the top of the post instead of sitting. It wouldn’t be too long, now. Not too long at all…

————————————————————————

“Hey, Pikachu!”

“Pika-Pi!”

“I missed you too, buddy. C’mon, let’s go. We’ve got a whole new adventure waiting, and I just couldn’t start it without my best friend…”

OH DEAR GOD

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September 17, 2012 • 143,669 notes • slightly-disconnected

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