There will be snacks.
Reblogged from yesthisismolly
it’s not you’re* or your*. it’s all Mine. everything is Mine
Story of the Grandson of JesusCloud Cult- “Story of the Grandson of Jesus”
I shook hands with a man who honestly thinks he’s
the grandson of Jesus, with a penchant for pinchies
He served us communion of cola and twinkies
Guess everyone has their own view
He stood on his soapbox and told us a parable
of a man with eyeglasses so small they’re unwearable
and the moral of the story is it all looks terrible
depending on what you look through
So here’s a video of Michael Winslow on stage with Animal Collective at Bonnaroo. This was fucking hilarious.
You will notice that a) he doesn’t know how to beatbox along with a song in 7 and b) his mic is so loud that he’s drowning out Avey Tare
still, this was a genius idea
Reblogged from breakingnews
AP: An East Texas man has pleaded guilty to smuggling snakes on several planes from South America to the U.S.
According to prosecutors, the eco-tourism guide, who faces up to five years in prison, bought seven live snakes in August 2012 in a market in Lima, Peru. He then smuggled them in his jacket on flights from Lima to Miami and then to Dallas.
I AM TIRED OF THESE MOTHERFUCKING TEXANS BRINGING MOTHERFUCKING SNAKES ON THIS MOTHERFUCKING PLANE
two Paul McCartney quotes from Bonnaroo:
“that is some really good weed I smell”
and
“free Pussy Riot!”
Reblogged from thesufjanstevensmodel5000
Bad Subject/Verb Agreement Still Make(s) Good Fortune. If the grammatical life still counts for something, I would recommend re-writing this as: “It’s not the years in your life that count, but the life in your years.”