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Californication, anyone?
I think that perhaps if this gentleman were to examine his priorities in life – by which I mean the fact that he owns that car, yet lives in a trailer – he might find some clues as to how he has found himself in this really stupid & dangerous situation (and let’s not kid, a lifetime of others).
To weigh in in the “Fake” debate: Not Fake.
I grew up around hippies, & wide-eyed, naive college freshmen. This is very real, and quite earnest.
It also clearly needs to be stopped before someone is injured cliff-diving into… more solid land… What the fuck is that about?
But yes, quite real.
Why is she dressed like Brian Johnson?
Why have I never heard of this before? This, the most awesome spectacle in bicycledom?
Seriously, Fuck the Tour de France, & Fuck Lance Armstrong! This right here is the coolest thing ever done on a bicycle that didn’t involve the phrase, “If my mom finds out, we are sooo dead.”
As someone who will (grudgingly) admit that I watched a whole lot of wrestling when I was a kid (back in the 80′s, when Hulk Hogan was a good guy, and Andre the Giant still stomped the earth), I think that this video may be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
The audience in attendance that night got more entertainment value than the admission could possibly have cost.
Why isn’t his forehead bleeding when he gets up?
Am I the only one who has a problem with the fact that this video (just the video -not the studio time, production, “writing team,” or anything else) -a video which is nothing more than a vanity project for a child still young enough to be spanked for throwing paint all over the school cafeteria- cost significantly more than my entire gross household income last year?
“We’re Only Doing This Because of Hot Tub Time Machine”
Well, I suppose I’m reading so that I don’t end up a Fucking Waffle Waitress!
What the hell is wrong with those parents? Giggling at a tantrum? They think it’s cute? That kid is going to grow up to become a serial killer who targets librarians, every December.
Where is Racine, Wisconsin’s “Waiting for Guffman”?
I should have scrolled down farther before pointing that one out…
& Brandon Routh as Superman, right behind Hilary.
That’s what I was trying to say. Thank you.
Bless your little blue stockings.
That didn’t work at all…
Wow… a Father Ted gif.
You’ve just brought a tear to my eye. That is so beautiful.
C’mon, it’s funny. Like Fozzy.
He’s not the Messiah, he’s a very naughty dog.
That’s the funny thing about my grandmother. She’s actually pretty well into dementia and hearing loss (how’s that for a fun combination?), but every now and again she has these moments of absolute clarity, where she can focus on a conversation for more than a minute at a time, and takes an interest in topics other than how much she loves Wayne Brady, and which former daughter-in-law liked falafels.
Do they have a heartbeat? Or thumbs? If they don’t have thumbs then they can’t pick up an ice-cream cone, ergo: They are not human.
And what ever happened to mint chocolate chip? Or peanut butter cup? This is the 21st century, people. The world ain’t just Chocolate v. Vanilla anymore.
I was just having this conversation with my grandmother a few days ago (no, seriously). She was watching Dr. Phil (sometimes I think she enjoys torturing me), and his guests were a Big Tent Texas minister & his wife. The husband had engaged in a series of affairs with women whom he’d met on Facebook. My grandmother turned to me & asked, “Do you think that the internet is destroying the world?”
We had a long conversation about this, which covered a fair number of points, but the biggest problem that we discussed was the fact that our “12 year old idiocy” is now a matter of irrevocable record.
Children, too callow to comprehend the notions of “permanence” & “accountability” are lining up to learn a lot of really harsh lessons about dignity & repercussion, when the should, as you so rightly put it, be playing in trees.
I retract the statement. I was in a pissy mood & taking out (inarticulately) on some guy who didn’t deserve it.