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THE RACK-ARD PLAYER
A record player where the records sit on top of breasts, held in place by the nipple at the center. The needle is inside a model of a male penis. After the first record is done, the penis will grow larger until it reaches the second record, repeat.
Patent pending.
That’s Lint’s nephew Holden “HOJ” Yuris. Macro made right after he threw a Lego at their dog.
gpoy at the last ever arkansas? show in august
maryn jones’s face rules in this picture
The Max Levine Ensemble - The Lucky Ones
THIS IS SO GOOD EVERYONE. NEW MAX LEVINE CASSETTE TAPE.
(via apocalypticliar)
(via showerbeers)
Ain’t that the truth.
I dabbled but it was really stupid so I agree with this reblog, I can still be in the club right?
The Weakerthans Manifest
I want to call requests through heating-vents
And hear them answered with a whispered no
To crack the code of muscles slack and tense
Let every second step in boots on snow
Complete you name with accents I can’t place
That stumble where the syllables combine
Take depositions from a stranger’s face
Paint every insignificance a sign
So tell me nothing matters, less or more
Say whatever we think actions are
We’ll never know what anything was for
If near is just as far away as far
And I’m permitted one act I can save
I choose to sit here next to you and wave
People Talking About Things People Talking About Cats
The new educational short film web series by Madeline Ava and me, Noah Balloon. Madeline filmed and directed this first episode, in which people talk about cats. Featuring Boogdish!
Episode two will be directed by me, and is on it’s way to your computer screen soon!
Enjoy!
i encountered a herd of girls today wearing ugg boots and different colored victoria’s secret “pink” sweat pants. and you know what? they talked about everything i thought they would talk about. they talked shit about some girl wearing a long black duster saying that “she just is pretending to be like a dective or something. like she loves mystery”. they also discuss various bros that they see and whether or not these bros (normally with b names like brett, blaine, blake) like them. and they call eachother “betch” because one of them got a sweater from american eagle.
i really hate that stupid girls like these reinforce my judgements that i blindly make against them. in fact, more and more i find that my judgements were right. this is why i’ll probably never love a girl that loves her uggs…
You have ugg boots.
1) They are knock off uggs that my mother bought from me. the brand? kirkland
2) I WOULD NEVER wear them out of the house
3) YOU WEAR THEM MORE THAN I DO!
waaaah
i encountered a herd of girls today wearing ugg boots and different colored victoria’s secret “pink” sweat pants. and you know what? they talked about everything i thought they would talk about. they talked shit about some girl wearing a long black duster saying that “she just is pretending to be like a dective or something. like she loves mystery”. they also discuss various bros that they see and whether or not these bros (normally with b names like brett, blaine, blake) like them. and they call eachother “betch” because one of them got a sweater from american eagle.
i really hate that stupid girls like these reinforce my judgements that i blindly make against them. in fact, more and more i find that my judgements were right. this is why i’ll probably never love a girl that loves her uggs…
You have ugg boots.
Johnny Hobo and The Freight Trains New Mexico Song [Live at Bandit HQ]
As he lights an American Spirit, he asks how I can smoke such shit
I say there’s nothing like chain smoking GPC cigarettes
‘Cause any smokes will kill ya, but these will make you feel like it
I sit back down, on the parking lot curb
And remember back to February, the trip to Hartford
And five minutes ago, he was passed out on the staircase
Trying to make it to his apartment but not making it all the way
And now he’s driving us 100 miles an hour down the interstate
Another beer in his hand, swearin’ we won’t be late
That was before everyone moved to New Mexico
They all left a couple of months ago
Until the day, my friend, when I sleep on the floor of your van again
I’ll be waiting in this parking lot
And in my dreams, I am dirty, broke, beautiful, and free
My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile
After hitching too many miles
We aren’t revolutionaries, but we are the revolution
And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you
And maybe we’d all be better off if that was true
‘Cause then we’d at least know where we stand
And we could tell our comrades apart from the man
But if the world isn’t that simple, maybe this town is at least
And if I’m not marching with them to war
I’m sure not marching with you for peace
Class traitor? What fucking ever!
I’m just another middle class kid, too
But if I’m not good at changing, I’m good at self loathing
So I’ll class hate myself with you
May our only occupation be not having a job
And may the only cocktails we make be molotov
May that day be now, and for as many days after that as we know how
It starts in this parking lot
And in my dreams, I am dirty, broke, beautiful, and free
My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile
After hitching too many miles
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
1179 Clash plays?! What the!
When I write exclamatory questions, I always use ?! and never use !?. I feel like !? seems too much like I’m just turning an exclamatory sentence into a question, whereas ?! feels like I’m excited to ask the question.
Am I the only one?!
