skies-ofskaia:

trydain:

camwyn:

lostinhistory:

prinnyemperor:

gigaguess:

You fucked up you seriously fucked up.

actual photo of maryland


Rise of the Crustaceans.

Category 0.5 kaiju.

CRAB BATTLE

Category 0.5 Kaiju

skies-ofskaia:

trydain:

camwyn:

lostinhistory:

prinnyemperor:

gigaguess:

You fucked up you seriously fucked up.

actual photo of maryland

image

Rise of the Crustaceans.

Category 0.5 kaiju.

CRAB BATTLE

Category 0.5 Kaiju

heart of glass / blondie

gentlemanbones:

onlylolgifs:

How Dogs React to Levitating Wiener

Tico knows what’s up.

anemotionallyunstablecreature:

will-you-be-electric-sheep:

Watch it in video

interesting how the answers change as the men get younger

and they call OUR generation lost

digg:

BREAKING: DISNEYLAND NO LONGER HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.
Fucking wasps.

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

Charlie Day + Drunk History

comedycentral:

Click the image to watch highlights from last week’s Drunk History.
New episode tomorrow.

comedycentral:

Click the image to watch highlights from last week’s Drunk History.

New episode tomorrow.

"Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count."

Heathers (1988)

i didn’t ask to get made! i didn’t ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over and turned into some little monster!