hahahahahahhaa, oh god no. everything inappropriate jokes for all time.
The opening lines of one of my favorite books ‘American Psycho’
Done by Al at Jinx Proof Tattoos in Geelong, Victoria
I was trying to find lyrics for this song written for the 1976 London Gay Pride Parade while I was at work today, and those are the reasons the DOE blocks the website I needed. Are you fucking kidding me.
I’m not sure if I totally agree with the logic, but I still love the interview.
Interviewer: Black history month you find…
Morgan Freeman: Ridiculous.
Morgan Freeman: You’re going to relegate my history to a month?
Interviewer: Oh, come on.
Morgan Freeman: What do you do with yours? Which month is white history month?
Interviewer: (pause) Well, I’m Jewish.
Morgan Freeman: Okay. Which month is jewish history month?
Interviewer: There isn’t one.
Morgan Freeman: Oh, oh. Why not? Do you want one?
Morgan Freeman: Right. I don’t either. I don’t want a black history month. Black history is American history.
Interviewer: How are we going to get rid of racism?
Morgan Freeman: Stop talking about it.
I do agree with the logic. I fucking love you Morgan Freeman. You are the shit.
“Harmonize” and/or “Harmonizing”
Let’s talk about it.
Don’t come near me and tell me that you’re good at harmonizing. Don’t come near me and tell me that you can harmonize really well with other people. Don’t come near me and tell me that you want me to teach you how to harmonize.
I don’t know what it is about this word, but when I hear it I want to run screaming through the streets lighting random houses and cars on fire. It makes me want to punch random baby deer in the face (whatever, @theveganvirgin, tell PETA all about it.) Rahh, I’m getting angry just thinking about.
OKAY so. Unless you’re into endangering the lives of innocent little animals, keep it to yourself, babies.
Hang balls… and by balls, I mean testicles, from the trailer-hitch-guy of your truck and/or SUV and/or ANYTHING. It looks disgusting and makes me want to punch you in yours twice… one for each ball.
Later I am going to write an entry about how much I can’t stand the word “HARMONIZE.” I’m not even going to think about it now, for I will burst at the seams with hatred.
Got it done in Coral Springs at Third Eye Tattoo.
OHHHHH MY GOOODDDDDDDDD. I want it on my body.
Also, why do I love more things than I loathe nowadays? I hate it.
OH MY GOD, I LOVE THIS TODAY.
(Source: praiseallahn, via 500eggrollsofsummer)
from Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle
“Busy, busy, busy is what a Bokononist whispers ‘whenever he thinks about how complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is’”
(Source: negafibonaccci, via fuckyeahtattoos)
me & my sister<3 .
I don’t know if I loathe this because I’m grossed out or simply because it reminds me of a car accident… sad, and messy and I just can’t stop staring. Fucking hell.