I'm fart and I'm smunny and I'm a prize
Do not start your Hurricane Irene playlists with “Come on Eileen.” You must build to that.
OH SHIT. This might be THE Hurricane Irene song.
(Source: College Humor)
Dog faces from back to front:
Yellow vested German Shepard: Aww yeah, dog.
White faced bulldog: Sigh. Whatever.
Hidden brown bulldog: I’m taking a fucking nap, wake me when this thing gets waiter service.
Crazy Eyes: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT WHAT WHERE WHY HOW WHAT SHIT WHAT HOLY SHIT WHYYYYY WHATWHATWHAT
Small bulldog in front: Look at me, mom, funnnn!!!
|me during shower time:||What is my mission here on earth? What would have happened if Hitler got killed before he started the war? What if is there's a bigger force controlling us right now?|
|me almost falling asleep:||I think I've solved the mystery of Atlantis and the cure for cancer and starving in Africa and the problems for all bad things in the universe|
|me during the day:||how do I spell house?|
Bon Iver is in the garden, singing to the fennel and sugar snap peas. He says it helps them reach their roots deep into the soil so they can grow tall. ‘Someday,’ he says, as he pats my belly, ‘I’ll sing to our babies and they’ll grow roots here too.’