feet
the strokes
Tents anywhere near Coachella or the desert.
feet
the strokes
Tents anywhere near Coachella or the desert.
spiders
Then I will hold you down and spit her percolations all over you until you're as greasy as the day she regrets pushing your big fat ass out her big fat cunt.
this
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She added the phrase "meany head" to my profile.I hardly think I'm an attention whore.I train birds of prey and am I licensed falconer
Jerusalem crickets. AAAAuuuuahghhh.
It's the worst thing ever to be planting something and suddenly dig one of these up.
Plays.
I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for the safety of my country. . . . corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption in high places will follow, and the money power of the country will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until all wealth is aggregated in a few hands and the Republic is destroyed.
someone likes Mastermind in that top feet picture.
I like it. It's not my favorite shit in the world, but it's a smart, funny show.
P.S. I'm gay
Society.
Also
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oh come on. voltaire is way cool.
now these fuckers freak me out:
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H. R. Puffnstuff
This thing used to give me nightmares
Twins
Furries
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I miss Bill Hicks.
Camel Spider's are fucking terrifying
Brown Recluse
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Shaking hands
Glaucoma test
Undercooked chicken
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Whiskey Sour
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1 cherry
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
there are brown recluses at my home...they terrified the shit out of me. one night i was walking down the hall at like 3 am to get some water and there was one that scuttled out of my way. i ended up just going back to bed and staying awake till morning watching my floor for signs of movement.
Seaweed.
Bicycle, you're keeping me sane.
Oh the toil of modern man! Voltaire would have you play silly games of science and reason. But beware these sources of corruption, from which man will perish through false hope of progress. Better to escape from the clutches of this insincere influence and return to the bosom of always true nature, for it is she who will lead man to that which he seeks.
I have lost sleep in recent nights over the images of simple men like TomAz who haunt me still, their rocks thrown not at me but at my ideas. My house may have suffered the peril of mortals' stones, but all the better for me to be free of these confining trappings of the civilised world and pursue a knowledge purer than any which Voltaire might masquerade as truth.
Same thing happened to me ages ago at my grandparents home in Argentina, I went without sleep for about 2 nights straight until one day I spotted it in the front yard. Sure enough I terminated the fucker with a brick, still one of the more horrifying 48 hours of my life.
I love swimming in lakes. I used to hate it until just recently, so I've been spending as much time as I can at the lake. In fact, I spent all afternoon jumping off the dock. It was fucking rad.
Bicycle, you're keeping me sane.