Omigod… omigod…

Get it off… Gititofffameeeee.

marleymarley:

lindstifa:

My boyfriend has Celine Dion on his iPod. What should I do?

Aim for the larger arteries.

But who knows where his heart beats now?

thedailywhat:

Mike P. Mitchell: “I’m With Coco”

Spread the word. Show your support. Coco 4 Prez. Etc.

[more.]

marleymarley:

Live it, learn it, love it.

Still trying to learn all of its (sp: ites?).

Sandwich pretty much sums up everything I’ve ever thought about the denim jacket:

One piece of denim in your outfit is enough, and it should probably be blue jeans. Don’t try to wear a denim jacket with your jeans, or you’ll look like a jerk.

Divine.

What part of this wouldn’t be awesome?

Or more to the point, does this get me one of those functionally meaningless, yet somehow alluringly showbizy “co-associate line producer” credits?

systems:

unicornology:

write by delgrosso

texburgher:

Rarely does an image appease my inner aesthete and my OCD equally well.

bruceandjen:

So we’re sitting in the waiting room for the ultrasound, and we’re back to debating names. Are we sure about our names? What about middle names? Should we just ignore popularity of names? Should we just name them A and B?

Well, we’ve got unexpected time to figure it out. (Not that we haven’t had enough bloody time already.) After all the buildup, all the readiness — we polished of the last item on the list at 9:30 last night, which just shows the whole family works to deadline — the ultrasound showed the highest levels of amniotic fluid of the entire pregnancy. Seriously, these babies could sell extra amniotic fluid out of the back of their van, if they had a van.

[…]

So as promised, we’re going to knock off and take in a movie. The Harry Potter one, probably. And no, nobody’s getting named Hermione.

Clearly some needlessly long-term thinking at play here.

— Tristan “Admiral” Ackbar Winch

texburgher:

Palin’s Resignation: The Edited Version by Vanity Fair

via @kurafire

youlooknicetoday:

Road Monkey by JasPer

After our Seattle show (which you can hear in our most recent episode, Lonely Polisher), the Talent took the opportunity to pose with the real star of the show, Road Monkey, whose value was appraised at somewhere in the vicinity of $4,000 and change, but mostly for its unconventional sexual acrobatic prowess.

I must stop listening to this.

As they say, “My brain says no, but my body says yes.”