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blubberdickcumberbund: ohmygil: failurefascination: the-claire...

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:37:04 -0500

ohmygil:

failurefascination:

the-claire-witch-project:

andthenyouspoke:

landofstrangers:

stoirmclaimhte:

taskscape:

piratemoggy:

kittyjimjams:

knitmeapony:

sashaforthewin:

selenophobic:

dervlaaarghhh:

batched:

whaddup, my name is Blenderdick Custardbath

Benchthis Chunkybap. Well.

Backitup Cunningscratch Omfg

The entire fact that this exists makes me insanely happy. Also, nice to meet you all, I am Beachbody Candygram.

Burgerking Custardbath or Beezlebub Johnnycash.

…. I like both.

BEEZLEBUB THUNDERCATS

Benefit Custard bath, here.

Billardball Billardball

benadryl thundermunch hahaha

benedict thundercats

Beachbody chunkybap

it is also a description of my body so woo

Hi my name’s Benadryl Uptoscratch.

Blenderdick Thundercats

Boppinstick Numbercrunch

Benedict Cumberfinch

I am… Brodyquest Combyourthatch… this is my new name.

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namedotcom: If you watch us eat cotton candy backwards, we look...

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:02:37 -0500

namedotcom:

If you watch us eat cotton candy backwards, we look like this.

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deviantart: Iron Man Pop by *PootPoster

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:02:32 -0500

deviantart:

Iron Man Pop by *PootPoster

favoritegentleman: Bitches love pizza

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:02:28 -0500

favoritegentleman:

Bitches love pizza

> Well played

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> Well played

did-you-kno: Source

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:02:24 -0500

did-you-kno:

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areyoutryingtodeduceme: ladyofdisney: roachpatrol: avatarjk137...

Thu, 16 May 2013 23:03:56 -0500

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

ladyofdisney:

roachpatrol:

avatarjk137:

nooby-banana:

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rinnysega:

vashappeninstyles:

the19thhistory:

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

I remember my first eagle ceremony when I turned nine. The first eagle you get is always declawed, which I always thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a good way to ease into caring for the birds. My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasn’t a terribly clever child) was already quite old when I received him (he was a rescue eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I was 16. I don’t know if I was more excited about getting my drivers license that year, or my new eagle! You should have seen the party we had when I got him, too! Grilled hot dogs and fire works and lemonade…. obviously I named my beautiful new eagle Freedom. He’s too big to keep inside anymore, unfortunately, but we’ve got a pretty comfortable roost for him on our apartment’s balcony.

Ah, yes, the eagle ceremony! My Justice and I remember his quite well. (They had just come out with telepathic link transplants when I got him, which is how I know he remembers it.) Our celebration was quite modest, compared to Freedom’s—apple pie under a cloudless summer sky as we signed our Declaration of Interdependence. I still have the inked and talon-pierced document hanging on my wall.

what is this

Get out Canada

I was so scared during my pet eagle ceremony I almost threw up. But Stonewall Jackson and I have been best friends ever since. My dad and grandfather built a really massive roost behind the house for my eagle and my sisters’ eagles. Stonewall always waits for me when I get home from class since schools are getting so over protective and strict these days and won’t allow eagles indoors. Which just goes to show how much we’re bubble wrapping kids today. Back in the day, if you couldn’t handle a few stitches because you pissed off the wrong kid’s eagle, you had to just man up and learn your lesson!

Ooo, I never miss a chance to tell this story! I had a rather unusual first eagle ceremony. The traditional giant American flag that you wave around to summon your eagle had been severely damaged the week prior (a ceremony that had not gone according to plan, but the child only suffered minor talon wounds. The flag took the brunt of the attack). Anyway, I couldn’t use the normal flag so we had to search ALL OVER for one suitable for eagle summoning. Unfortunately the stripes weren’t the correct shade of patriotic red so everyone was worried an eagle wouldn’t show up at all. I had to stand in the middle of that wheat field, the wind creating amber waves out of it, shaking that flag in the air for over three hours. Everyone was just about to give up when suddenly Patriot appeared out of nowhere! He came to me so quickly it was like he was apologizing for being late. And we’ve been together ever since.

Some people think it’s excessive to have two eagles. But what can I say, I’m a two eagles kind of guy. Well, I can say, “You must be a terrorist to call me out over my excesses,” but I digress. We don’t have many open fields around here, so I got Liberty by waving my flag atop a decommissioned WWII aircraft carrier. I was kicking a couple of boxes of tea into the harbor for good measure, and there she was. I loved her so much I repeated the process a year later and got young Colbert here. It’s hard work, raising two eagles, but I have two shoulders, after all. Besides, I know that the secret to happy and healthy eagles is plenty of Bud Light.

Oh man, the eagle ceremony. I was a weird fucking kid, okay, so I was totally sure that the eagle ceremony wasn’t just going to net me my eagle and deepen the mystical bond between a citizen and their country, I thought I was going to get to turn into an eagle too. So me and my mom and my dad and my little brother are all standing in the old civil war battleground, surrounded by the ghosts of our fallen soldiers, and all and the problem here — it’s not usually a problem because I make sure to shave my beard off twice a day, three times on sundays — was that I am, actually, born on the fourth of July. So it wasn’t just one eagle that showed up, it was pretty much every big old patriotic warbird in Missouri, all flapping around confused and pissed off, their innate senses of direction completely fucked up by the way firecracker babies warp America’s natural system of ley lines. And I was six, so grabbed the flag and ran with it over my shoulders, rippling in the wind, thinking it was going to turn into wings for me and I would go be an eagle with all the other eagles. Instead I just got mobbed by a freaked-out mess of nationalistic avians who all weighed more than I did. I lost half my nose and my whole left arm and spent most of fourth grade in reconstructive surgery getting machine guns welded on to the shattered remains of my ulna. Completely missed my little brother’s eagle ceremony, which I will always regret, but it was all worth it to have met Columbia. I never did turn into an eagle on the outside, but I like to think those long hours in the hospital, feeding her rubbing alcohol and my own blood, have made me an eagle in my heart.

I remember my first eagle ceremony like it was yesterday, There was a huge storm that day and my parents tried to make me wait a few days until the storm subsided. But I was not waiting to get my eagle. So I stood out in the field closest to my house. Thunder rumbling, lightening cracking, and hurricane force winds, but I stood my ground. I was getting me eagle that day if it killed me. I raised the giant american flag as high in the air I could and began waving. The flag was hard to hold with all of the wind, and water the flag was soaking up. It was getting harder to hold by the minute and the storm was getting worse and worse. I was beginning to loose hope that my eagle would ever come. Then as the lightening flashed and the thunder boomed its loudest and its brightest, I saw Bravery flying towards me. So strong, young, and majestic. We both braved the storm to find each other and to this day we are best friends.

wait did I make a meme when did this happen

bestnatesmithever: I’ve seen him perform live improv, and it is...

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:57:19 -0500

bestnatesmithever:

I’ve seen him perform live improv, and it is magical…like the back of the sun.

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aliceyarr: gossipinq: We enter a little coffeehouse with a...

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:50:34 -0500

aliceyarr:

gossipinq:

We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave.

I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”

Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’

It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it. Source : [x]

Humans can be very, very lovely.

potential-and-difference: prop-215: dazegetbrighter: what if rocks are actually soft but just...

Thu, 16 May 2013 18:10:44 -0500

potential-and-difference:

prop-215:

dazegetbrighter:

what if rocks are actually soft but just tense up when we touch them?

How stoned are you right now?

Was that a fucking pun?

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Thu, 16 May 2013 15:34:53 -0500

the-tardis-lost: So there is a story behind this is...

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:34:49 -0500

the-tardis-lost:

So there is a story behind this is picture:

As I entered the booth to get my picture, introductions, and Wil Wheaten says to Felicia Day. “So he’s dressed as the 10th Doctor Who which you’d know if you watched the damn show” to which she retorts, “Ah whatever they all dress the fucking same.” Wil glares, I laugh, she conveniently poses. Snap. Felicia then says “Ha did you see that, I set him up for that one.” Those two were the most down to earth people I’ve met here. So awesome.