Burn It Down

Jan 27 2012
Jul 04 2011
Bravo.

Bravo.

(Source: whiteboredfunnies)

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Jun 29 2011
sometimeswemeanit:

Bon Appetit from June 1991. As seen in the Kaiser Hospital waiting room. So confused by this. Has it been here since 1991? Who is reading this? Did someone bring it along with them and leave it for others to enjoy?  Also as a side note: I am quite amazed by how much foodie douchebaggery has changed in 20 years. There is no stress on fresh and local, no food trucks, no comfort food renaissance. If this 1991 issue of Bon Appetit is to be trusted, everyone seemed to be eating swordfish and rice pilaf on really nice white decks in the Hamptons.

Well, what the fuck else was there to do in 1991? We only had swordfish and pilaf in the Hamptons!

sometimeswemeanit:

Bon Appetit from June 1991. As seen in the Kaiser Hospital waiting room. So confused by this. Has it been here since 1991? Who is reading this? Did someone bring it along with them and leave it for others to enjoy?  Also as a side note: I am quite amazed by how much foodie douchebaggery has changed in 20 years. There is no stress on fresh and local, no food trucks, no comfort food renaissance. If this 1991 issue of Bon Appetit is to be trusted, everyone seemed to be eating swordfish and rice pilaf on really nice white decks in the Hamptons.

Well, what the fuck else was there to do in 1991? We only had swordfish and pilaf in the Hamptons!

Apr 19 2011
roboshark:

That way, Yuri. Drive to the horizon. We will find vengeance where the sun seeks solace in the earth each night. We will find Berzhinsky. We will find him together and avenge the horrible things he has done. 
No, the wind does not bother me, Yuri. Some people fight the things that resist them. I prefer to speak with them. Wind, tell me of your sorrows, of your long unending trek across this godless earth. Carve me into a blade of flawless retribution. In return I will listen to your woes. Thus do we pass this brief hour in the universe. 
Yuri, drive faster. Berzhinsky sleeps while we hunt him, and the wind has yet another story to tell.

roboshark:

That way, Yuri. Drive to the horizon. We will find vengeance where the sun seeks solace in the earth each night. We will find Berzhinsky. We will find him together and avenge the horrible things he has done. 

No, the wind does not bother me, Yuri. Some people fight the things that resist them. I prefer to speak with them. Wind, tell me of your sorrows, of your long unending trek across this godless earth. Carve me into a blade of flawless retribution. In return I will listen to your woes. Thus do we pass this brief hour in the universe. 

Yuri, drive faster. Berzhinsky sleeps while we hunt him, and the wind has yet another story to tell.


Oct 31 2010
Oct 06 2010
thegrandarchives:

THE END OF AN ERA

NOOOOOOO —- nevermind. I can’t finish that with a straight face. You’re awful. May Chicago be as openly racist as Boston and embrace you mockingly.

thegrandarchives:

THE END OF AN ERA

NOOOOOOO —- nevermind. I can’t finish that with a straight face. You’re awful. May Chicago be as openly racist as Boston and embrace you mockingly.

(Source: thegrandarchives)

Sep 27 2010

Awwww …. Hamburgers!

That is all.

Sep 13 2010
Bullshit.

Bullshit.

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Aug 16 2010

Vacation

I’m on vacation. And because I have no money despite working two jobs, I’m not able to do anything but dick around on the internet and watch TV. So, while dicking around on the internet, I had this conversation that now I’ll share with you because I am alone in my house and starved for attention (which I won’t get because no one reads this):

Me: Read all of this: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/
D:    i already don’t have much to do. now i am going to sit and stare intently at my computer screen. and laugh every 37 seconds.
Me:  I’m excited that I’ve given you the gift of distraction. And if you’re only laughing every 37 seconds, you’re either reading too slow or you have no soul.
D:    wow. you just called me dumb and soul-less all at once.
Me:    I’m talented at deflating people’s self-esteem, remember?
D:    after only talking once in the past 4 months, i’m not sure i’m not offended.
Me:    Also, it was “or”.
D:    :) how quickly i forget.
D:    i felt good about myself a little while ago… now i don’t… i must have talked to [you]!
Me:    I don’t try to do it or anything. It’s hereditary, like sickle cell and alcoholism.
D:    aww.
Me:    More like alcoholism than sickle cell though, since it hurts me and the people I care about.
D:    wow. super sad.

Me:    Also, it won’t give me sausage digit (real thing! that sickle cell gives you! weird!).

D:    what IS that?!
Me:    Exactly what it sounds like.
D:    that is awful.
D:    sausage digits. ugh.
Me:    And it could last a month! One month of just one finger being completely sausaged! God I hope it’s my middle finger if I get that, which I won’t, because I have hereditary assholism and not sickle cell.

Jul 08 2010
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