"it was true that i didnt have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, i mean a better place than the one usually reserved."
- the drunken wisdom of charles bukowski.

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mydickdeservesacrown:

i would say i could go pro at this shit

mydickdeservesacrown:

i would say i could go pro at this shit

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thegovernmentstolemytoad:

This man. This wonderful, beautiful man….he has a name. According to Spongebob Wiki, his name is “Fred Rechid”. He’s a janitor and a cameraman. He has two sons named Tommy and Monroe, a wife named Sadie, and an ex-wife named Mable Monica.
Who knew? After all these years of being known as “The guy that yells “my leg!” in Spongebob”, he actually has a name, and a life.
You go, Fred Rechid, you go.

thegovernmentstolemytoad:

This man. This wonderful, beautiful man….he has a name. According to Spongebob Wiki, his name is “Fred Rechid”. He’s a janitor and a cameraman. He has two sons named Tommy and Monroe, a wife named Sadie, and an ex-wife named Mable Monica.

Who knew? After all these years of being known as “The guy that yells “my leg!” in Spongebob”, he actually has a name, and a life.

You go, Fred Rechid, you go.

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mydickdeservesacrown:

ok im done

mydickdeservesacrown:

ok im done

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assorted-goodness:

Illustrations by Mike Puncekar.

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Cinema is dead. Film is dead. A beautiful art form that not 5 decades ago was thriving, budding even, is now a soggy, sour, putrid remnant of past successes. Year by year the sinkhole deepens presenting new depths to which the manure of the movie industry may drift with enough inertia as to hint at its apathy with direction but with enough movement to assure those watching that they indeed intended to go yet lower into that trashy slime. If there is a god may he forgive us for we have surely thrown away any and all opportunities of salvation, sold our souls to the devil for cheap romance, stale comedy and 3D glasses, forever doomed to an abyss of poorly staged action sequences, pseudointellectual plot twists and cheesy lines so bad they make Perry Como sound like Leonard Cohen. Where art though! The Cassavettes, the Tarkovskys, the Bressons, Fords, Peckinpahs and Mark L. Lesters! Gone to history and time, cherished by those few still remaining, brave enough to remember the truth behind the old faiths. Forgive us for our rantings, we few are a dying breed.

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nameskyra:



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Here is a fabulous blog for you to follow

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justadoseofhope:

…Do the Presbyterians think Rocks are animals?

hahahasjdklahsdas omg…. all rocks go to heaven.

holy fuck, there are no words

When rocks die, heaven is the place to be.

FOREVER REBLOG

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laughingsquid:

An 87-Piece Topographical Cardboard Face Mask at Uncommon Goods

laughingsquid:

An 87-Piece Topographical Cardboard Face Mask at Uncommon Goods

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