That’s just a medieval cat.

Burnt toast!

What a shithole…

While listening to:

Angine de Poitrine - Sherpa

I clean the toilet seat with the blood of my enemies.

My roommate is greasy and overweight; I want to sit down to pee but that would end up costing too much in bathroom cleaner.

I think you need to have a large and varied drug collection and the will to commit capital fraud to enjoy Vegas.

Your mother is a hamster.

It’s a manga, I forget the name though… the translator hasn’t uploaded in awhile.

The gist of it is a woman is obsessed with this old dude and basically forces him to work out and get into shape so they can bang.

*Futei no Olympia

I can finally take that nap I’ve been wanting to take for twenty-seven years.

and a thermonuclear bomb has just went off a few kilometres above you.

Rebellion!

I remember meeting up with friends was either you stay together after school or try to guess where they might be at that moment. Maybe they’re in this persons basement because they just got an n64, or maybe they’re playing ball in the field, etc.

Now it’s all very organized and less chances to get lost and find your way back. I sometimes wonder what would happen if the cell network was just gone one day, for whatever reason.

That all changed when the Arcade Fire attacked.

I would be stoked if someone invited me to a BBQ to show off their back yard. I’m sorry the people you invited are… well how can I describe them? Awful? Selfish? Incomplete?

I would’ve been there. Fashionably on-time, like a wizard.

Same-ish, going on 9 months this June. ;-;

Heat transfer. I suppose these would be “low-e” because of the vacuum, sort of like a thermos.

So say, we all.

Massive Attack / Tom Waits - Boots on the Ground