what’s Whitney Houston’s favorite type of coordination?
i hate this i hate u
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people get so impressed when somebody like david bowie or beyonce releases a secret album that no one knew about beforehand.
that’s nothing. i’ve got albums that have stayed secret even after they were released.
did you know that in some countries people convicted of robbery have their hands chopped off? how barbaric!
don’t those countries know that the civilized way to handle these things is to execute the suspect in middle of a street in broad daylight, and then release blurry video of the alleged robbery several days later? that’s the american way.
first time i used one, i was excited for about a minute. and then i became convinced that i had burrowed too far and would hit a gas line and die
i think it just taps into some inchoate desire to destroy things and then put them back together that gets ingrained in a person after a childhood of legos, toy toolkits, lincoln logs, k’nex, model cars/trains, etc. etc.
i’m honestly still a bit jealous that i missed out on
playing with responsibly operating the cement saw.
jackhammers are really fun to operate for the first 45 seconds or so.
then your arms turn to jelly and you begin to seriously question the worth to whatever project you’re working on.
So far, I’ve seen at least three different names circulating on this site as the identity of Michael Brown’s killer.
Stop reblogging those posts. Spreading poorly-sourced rumors does NOTHING to help the people of Ferguson, MO or the Brown family. All you’re doing is muddying the water and making it harder for accurate information to surface.
There was an old, crazy dude who used to live a long time ago, and his name was Lord Buckley. And he said, a long time ago, he said, ‘People— they’re kinda like flowers, and it’s been a privilege walking in your garden.’ My love goes with you.
Robin Williams, “Grandpa Funk” from Reality… What a Concept!
So sad right now. God damn it.