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Awesome. “A better man for a better America.”
Nothing is ever off the internet. NOTHING.
The 90’s were an interesting time for the United States.
Although, this photo sums up now almost better than it sums up then.
(Source: kathleenryan)
“I tell you a funny story, Lorne Michaels reminded me that: I did this Life Magazine cover in 2000 I guess with John McCain, that was like an “Everybody go vote” cover, that was me and him, and John McCain has it framed in his office, next to his desk, and so I think that he’s just looking at that picture of me and him and thinking “Something like that! But taller…” “
Tina Fey Watch What Happens Live ( October 30th 2010)
THIS.
Tumblr. We’ve been had.
Joss Whedon has finished principle photography on a film that WE ALL KNEW NOTHING ABOUT.
WHAT IS THIS.
EXPLAIN.
I AM MORE EXCITED FOR THIS THAN ‘AVENGERS’.
(Source: kathleenryan)
I JUST SPENT 2 HOURS OF MY LIFE TRYING TO FIGURE THIS OUT. OMG. MOST DIFFICULT THING I’VE EVER DONE.
I CAN’T FUCKING DO IT FUCK
I AM NOT ABLE TO DO IT, IF IT DEPENDED ON MY LIFE, I WOULD BE ALREADY DEAD
This was really fun, it took me forever to find a way out!
(Source: marcellohnp)
It’s 3:04 AM EST, and my parents and I are awake. Now, if everything had gone smoothly, we would be reluctantly rolling out of bed this very moment to start gearing up to get groped at the airport. But, true to tradition, things didn’t even manage to start out smoothly.
At about 2:35, I heard an ungodly noise from the front yard. Being that it’s 65 degrees outside but a fucking sauna in the house, all of my windows are open. As I laid in bed, in the dark, hearing this noise, all I could think of was “well that’s fairly unpleasant.” The screeching, which can only be described as akin to one of those party favors that you can shake back and forth to make a warbling sound, persisted and I was drawn to my window.
My first impression of what was below was that someone had hit a doe or a fawn and it was lying half-dead in the street. “I should call animal control.” But then, I thought, I’d have to stay here and wait for them and it’s only an hour and a half until we have to leave for the airport. But on the other hand, I didn’t want the animal to suffer if it was hurt.
My second impression was that some animal was getting carnal outside my window, as if to taunt my lack of a love life. Nature is a cruel force, my friends.
I realized I had something that nature didn’t - a flashlight. “Fuck you, nature!” I thought as I grabbed my knockoff Maglite and rushed back to the window. Only to realize that my cheap imitation brand name didn’t work as well as an actual Maglite flashlight.
Then, the screeching stopped.
A light-colored, canine form ran down the street, and a dark-colored, feline form ran back towards the house.
“Oh my god. That was a fox.”
Keep in mind I’m the only person in my room. So for the last ten minutes, I’ve been talking to myself.
“…and that was a cat.”
I froze. What if…
“I hope they weren’t doing what I think they were doing. Otherwise we’re gonna have fox-cats all up in this bitch.”
Now, I don’t live in the middle of nowhere. In fact, I live practically right smack-dab in the middle of somewhere. What’s nature up to? First ligers and now fox-cats? Maybe the rapture people were right. Maybe Peter Venkman was right.
All I know is, if people are still into these weird hybrid pet things, I am going to make BANK.
I found adult women’s underwear in Wal-Mart that says “I need a hug.”
Not for anything, but, frankly, that’s unambitious. Assuming that underwear is worn underneath the clothes, the only person who would see the words on the waistband is an intimate partner.
I think that the underwear’s waistband should use stronger language.
You all know Soft Cell’s “Tainted Love,” right?
Well just in case you don’t, here’s the music video.
Okay, here’s the thing. My mom and I have this thing where whenever we hear this song while we’re in the car, we use the car horn to “sing” the DUN DUNs.
So yesterday I was driving back from dinner with some friends when this song came on the always awesome SteveFM.
Immediately, I started singing the song, and, without realizing, honking the chorus.
Now, you have to imagine a pretty empty road, it’s gray and dreary and wet because a thunderstorm just rolled in, so I’m taking it easy, going the speed limit for once.
All of a sudden, I see blue and red flashing behind me. I stop singing and think, Huh, I’m not speeding. I must have a tail-light out or something.
I pull over and this young-looking cop struts up and asks:
“Why were you honking like that?”
He didn’t ask for my license and registration, and I really haven’t turned down the radio, so “Tainted Love” is still blasting out the windows.
“Well, officer…”
The following explanation of why exactly I was using my car horn as a synthesizer included five minutes of trying to explain the significance of Soft Cell and this particular song.
With an odd look, the officer let me go, saying, “Just…stop honking, okay?”
And that’s how I got pulled over for “Tainted Love.”
Genius tactic!!!The Jets are fucked.
OMG THAT IS HOW I PSYCH UP TOO!!!!!!!!
I can only assume Mike Tomlin’s girlfriend broke up with him last night?
In the dark, with Ben Roethlisberger, listening to Phil Collins? That’s a lot of terror packed into one mental image.
Please god tell me it was “Sussudio.”
