A Vulgar Display of Solecism
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Spent the night getting drunk and scheming on Holland Oats: One Man Band with Louis Bardales. There are very few people whose company is as instantly soothing to my soul.
It’s been a tough week, lots of dick moves by people I thought were my friends. This shit is making me strong. I used to to think I’d had all I could take, now I think I’m going to be like fucking Superman by the time I die. What can life throw at me next?
I never thought I would be so tolerant this week. I never thought I’d be able to hold back all the anger and not lash out at people. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a lot better than I would have handled things a few years ago. And I’m glad that’s the way it shook out, even if people don’t give a fuck about being tolerant or kind anymore.
I’m sorry, K.V. you probably checked out at a pretty good time in human history. But I’m guessing you’d probably say any other time would have been just as well.

(via melisthebastard)
I don’t usually reblog cute shit, but good lord! That’s adorable! Also, mostly rebloged for Sharon’s benefit, since she loves owls.
This made me think something along the lines of, “O RLY? O RLY? O RLY?”
![typewritersounds:
this will be my next tattoo
Grampa: Now, my story begins in 19-dickety-two. We had to say “dickety” cause that Kaiser had stolen our word “twenty”. I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickety-six miles… [the children laugh] Martin Prince: “Dickety”? Highly dubious! Grampa: What’re you cackling at, fatty? Too much pie, that’s your problem!
I am getting it first. New mission.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxfyo4D6En1qap20eo1_500.png)
this will be my next tattoo
Grampa: Now, my story begins in 19-dickety-two. We had to say “dickety” cause that Kaiser had stolen our word “twenty”. I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickety-six miles…
[the children laugh]
Martin Prince: “Dickety”? Highly dubious!
Grampa: What’re you cackling at, fatty? Too much pie, that’s your problem!
I am getting it first. New mission.

(via dontcookbilly)
hahahahahahaha.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, INTERNET!
So if this was Brothers Karamazov Professor X would be Zosima, right?

goldblum.
funny you should mention.
i just wrote a pop punk song called “you bring the beer, i’ll bring the Goldblum”
Dinosaurs and alien codes
Body snatchers and David Cross
And a snobby half-closeted explorer
We could watch him all night long
Chug PBR and hit the bong
And he’ll never take his glasses off for a second.
![fuckkyeahchicago:
sexy and delicious :)
lovemusiclovelife:
eff-this:
The Chicago hot dog looks so sexy
[via nikhak]
And DELICIOUS :)
Further proof that Jersey and Michigan suck.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwyvrgSEdY1qzkgq7o1_500.png)
sexy and delicious :)
The Chicago hot dog looks so sexy
[via nikhak]
And DELICIOUS :)
Further proof that Jersey and Michigan suck.

Rogue Spirits, from the dudes who bring you Dead Guy Ale. I WANT DEAD GUY WHISKEY!

by Brad Neely
who would win?
In this case, I have to go with the shark. I just don’t think the bear would be smart enough to ignore the fin at first. And by then the shark would be after it’s testicles.
On a side note, while I almost always hate pop punk, Bear VS Shark was definitely one of the better bands of that genre the last 10 years or so. Which is like first place in a beet growing contest.

isotoldyouso:(via titanium-toaster)
i am pleased.
This made my morning despite being unsure if I’m offended vicariously for anyone else.
This band rules.

The Supper at Emmaus Caravaggio
i went to see it four times when it was at the Art Institute in Chicago
(i miss it already)
The use of light and shadow in this peice is incredible. I love Caravaggio.
Wanna go to the Art Insitute while its free this month? I would literally kill a mother fucker to just stare at the Cornell boxes all day long.
The Art Institute is free???
Drunken art adventure. Let’s do it.