I be a snake, walkin’ around all like ssss sssss… scarin’ bitches.
keeping mealtimes interesting for a teenage daughter: waving a machete while intoning “THE EMBACONING COMMENCES”
A gallery of ’50s “good girl” pin-up art by Jack Cole (creator of Plastic Man).
Salvador Dalí, “Lobster Telephone” / Lady Gaga feat. Beyonce, “Telephone”
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
PS YOUR SON RESULTS FROM THIS.
IT’S COOL THOUGH HE RIDES A MOTORCYCLE.
BUT THERE ARE NO ALIENS.
I REPEAT, NO ALIENS.
I thought he was Karen Allen’s kid from Raiders? This is definitely that screechy chick from Temple of Doom.
1 time in my english class there was a fly going around the room and it was annoying everyone and it came over to my desk and i caught it with my hand and like 15 ppl started clapping but i couldn’t get up to throw it in the trash because i had a boner