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    gregrutter: fuckyounofuckme: I Can’t Stop Watching This Dude Eat Cotton Candy In Reverse I tried for an hour to get this GIF to a bloggable size yesterday. So happy that Jason figured it out.

    gregrutter:

    fuckyounofuckme:

    I Can’t Stop Watching This Dude Eat Cotton Candy In Reverse

    I tried for an hour to get this GIF to a bloggable size yesterday. So happy that Jason figured it out.

     

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    motherjones:

    nickbaumann:

    Awesome icons of the Female Saints of Television, by Spencer Salberg. Prints are available here.

    “Our Lady of Having it All”

     

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    iheartchaos:

    Sir Richard Branson loses a bet, dresses up a female flight attendant. You’ll never get this image out of your head.

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    jtotheizzoe:

    You guys like Saturn, right? Here’s a whole gallery of Saturn GIFs, from rings to moons, captured by the Cassini spacecraft. They’re part modern art and part science.

    Next to the Voyager twins, I think Cassini might be the best satellite NASA ever launched. Certainly takes the best pictures. Tumblr’s own staceythinx  has an iPad app called Cassini HD that features even more photos, plus color, plus science.

    (GIFs by framesandflames)

     

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    wizardvictor:

    Walt Peregoy, everyone.

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    nevver: The Street

    nevver:

    The Street

     

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    zeigarnik: Miles Aldridge - Chromo Thriller #3, 2012

    zeigarnik:

    Miles Aldridge - Chromo Thriller #3, 2012

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    nevver:

    Giant heads

     

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    nevver:

    Hate mail

    I want one of these!

     
  11. ckhrist: time-sponges: You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger. You watch as your son scarfs down nugger after nugger.  He is satisfied.  He loves the chicken nugger.  You wonder if you could ever reach that kind of happiness in your own life.  You quietly pay your bill and enter the street.  Your son asks if you can buy him an ice cream.  You enter Mrs. Moo’s on Jefferson street hoping to order a rocky road.  You look at the menu on the wall.   Chicken Nugger …. $3.50 Chicken Nugger …. $4.75 Chicken Nugger …. $2.11 Chicken Nugger …. $6.65 It goes and on.  You are confused.  Your son asks again for the chicken nugger.  He is full but wants chicken nugger for dessert.  You ask the woman at the counter for a scoop of rocky road.  She is confused.  She doesn’t know how to respond.  You get desperate, you ask for vanilla.  Her eyes widen.  She motions her way toward the telephone.  You ask again, “a scoop of vanilla?”  She picks up the phone and begins dialing.  Your son again asks for chicken nugger.  You want to run, you want to scream, you look at your palms and the lines have begun to form chicken nugglets.  The phone the woman is dialing starts sweating chicken grease, her eyes close and she is ashamed, ashamed that she her customer has caused such a problem. You want to run but your son is screaming for the chicken nugger.

    ckhrist:

    time-sponges:

    You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

    You watch as your son scarfs down nugger after nugger.  He is satisfied.  He loves the chicken nugger.  You wonder if you could ever reach that kind of happiness in your own life.  You quietly pay your bill and enter the street.  Your son asks if you can buy him an ice cream.  You enter Mrs. Moo’s on Jefferson street hoping to order a rocky road.  You look at the menu on the wall.  

    Chicken Nugger …. $3.50

    Chicken Nugger …. $4.75

    Chicken Nugger …. $2.11

    Chicken Nugger …. $6.65

    It goes and on.  You are confused.  Your son asks again for the chicken nugger.  He is full but wants chicken nugger for dessert.  You ask the woman at the counter for a scoop of rocky road.  She is confused.  She doesn’t know how to respond.  You get desperate, you ask for vanilla.  Her eyes widen.  She motions her way toward the telephone.  You ask again, “a scoop of vanilla?”  She picks up the phone and begins dialing.  Your son again asks for chicken nugger.  You want to run, you want to scream, you look at your palms and the lines have begun to form chicken nugglets.  The phone the woman is dialing starts sweating chicken grease, her eyes close and she is ashamed, ashamed that she her customer has caused such a problem. You want to run but your son is screaming for the chicken nugger.

    (Source: stantanic, via veldts)

     

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    nevver:

    Back to the Future 2

     

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    merlin:

    Lemongrab pokes himself for two hours

    What it says on the tin.

    Wonderfully hypnotic.

     

  14. kreayshawn:

    cat doesn’t want to get out of nice warm bath [x]

    omggggg

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    rynnay:

    widdlez:

    nightmare-kisser:

    negacrow:

    nightmareloki:

    newvagabond:

    Omfg.

    OH MY GOD

    Well, that was unexpected.

    I’M SCREAMING

    …Well then…

    W H A T DID I JUST

    (Source: wanderingcynic, via butterpockets)