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nsfwhumor: Dog Dances to Eminem’s ‘Shake That’

Mon, 13 May 2013 23:26:49 -0400

nsfwhumor:

Dog Dances to Eminem’s ‘Shake That’

brittany-nicole: No Hands PONPONPON // Waka Flocka vs Kyary...

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:17:29 -0400

brittany-nicole:

No Hands PONPONPON // Waka Flocka vs Kyary Pamyu Pamyu

littlefroggies: indolentjellyfish: I thought it would be fun...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 09:48:28 -0400

littlefroggies:

indolentjellyfish:

I thought it would be fun to do a little giveaway. The winner will receive a polymer clay sea creature necklace of their choosing! See all the choices in detail here.

Rules:

Reblog to enter

No more than one reblog per day (no giveaway only blogs)

Winner will be chosen by random number generator

I will ship anywhere in the world

Please have your ask box or submit open to be notified

You must know the difference between a jellyfish and an octopus

Giveaway ends in two weeks (April 2nd 11:59 pm PST)

Good luck!

oh my gosh

fuckyeahthebetterlife: Ladies and GentlemenThe new four-door...

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 10:22:21 -0500

fuckyeahthebetterlife:

Ladies and Gentlemen
The new four-door Bugatti 16C Galibier

Anyone else think those headlights look like grumpy cat’s eyes? Haha.

redheadedhellinhighheels: theviolentflame: andrewducote: sarar...

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 19:41:51 -0500

redheadedhellinhighheels:

theviolentflame:

andrewducote:

sararye:

AND THAT IS HOW YOU USE AN EFFECTS PEDAL

I was gaping the entire song this is insane

If I had a dollar for every time a musician made me feel like I’ve done nothing with my life, I’d be filthy, FILTHY rich.

Wow.

*jawdrop*

thetardismug: Darren Criss singing Katy Perry’s “Teenage...

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 14:28:57 -0500

thetardismug:

Darren Criss singing Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream” over the instruments of OneRepublic’s “Too Late to Apologize”.

onwardtogolgotha: 10 Things Your Dog Would Tell You.. My life...

Fri, 25 Jan 2013 16:55:43 -0500

onwardtogolgotha:

10 Things Your Dog Would Tell You..

My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful: remember that before you get me.

Give me time to understand what you want of me.

Place your trust in me- it is crucial to my well being.

Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock me up as punishment.

You have your work, your entertainment,and your friends. I only have you.

Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understands your words, I understand your voice when it is speaking to me.

Be aware that how ever you treat me, I will never forget.

Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I love you.

Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I might not be getting the right food, or I have been out too long, or my heart is getting too old and weak.

Take care of me when I get old; you too will grow old. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say: “I cannot bear to watch” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there, even my death.

Always reblog.

mishafuckingackles: dean-winchester-is-batman: dracomafloy: ...

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 23:32:04 -0500

mishafuckingackles:

dean-winchester-is-batman:

dracomafloy:

reblogging this because it has a shitload of notes and i really can’t understand how that happened BUT YEAH

HOLY FUCK THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING ON TUMBLR

IT’S BACK

gdbracer: Misc-42 by Raytrix on Flickr.

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 14:56:04 -0500

gdbracer:

Misc-42 by Raytrix on Flickr.

gdbracer: Misc-45 by Raytrix on Flickr.

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 14:55:55 -0500

gdbracer:

Misc-45 by Raytrix on Flickr.

the-only-olivia: loverholictaejoon: batman-loverr: disneydaancer: it’s getting hot in here so...

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 19:48:40 -0500

the-only-olivia:

loverholictaejoon:

batman-loverr:

disneydaancer:

it’s getting hot in here

so take off all your clothes

whore

hate nudes on my dash

shit my mom was behind me

TUMBLR: AFTER DARK

so fucking ina-propro.

so damn hot

I’m gonna mash you so hard.

A Little girl, 3 yrs. old picked up by a man driving a gray car, license plate: Quebec 72B 381. Canada. Reblog this. It could save her. The Kidnapping is recent so do it, 3 seconds will not kill you. If it were your child .

Wed, 14 Nov 2012 23:25:27 -0500

pays-des-merveiles:

Please, please, please, everyone reblog this. Please. I’m begging you.

Please Please

Photo

Sat, 03 Nov 2012 13:57:36 -0400

Photo

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 16:20:19 -0400

Photo

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 16:17:45 -0400

kucala: stephaniekilbury: Cried when I read this. “They told...

Sun, 30 Sep 2012 17:22:16 -0400

kucala:

stephaniekilbury:

Cried when I read this.

“They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.

But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.

But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.

See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.

I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”
____________ _________ _________ _________

To Whomever Gets My Dog:

Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.

So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.

First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t
matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.

Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”

He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.

Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.

He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.

Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.

And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.

I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.

Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
loved me.

If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.

All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.

Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.

Thank you,

Paul Mallory
____________ _________ _________ _______

I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver
Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.

I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.

“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.

The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.

“C’mere boy.”

He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.

His tail swished.

I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my
face into his scruff and hugged him.

“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.

“So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.

“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”

Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.”

hakunamytatas: How does one trick teachers into giving them good grades without actually doing...

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 23:53:48 -0400

hakunamytatas:

How does one trick teachers into giving them good grades without actually doing work?

raven-impulse: Aww I want one!

Sun, 23 Sep 2012 16:08:19 -0400

raven-impulse:

Aww I want one!

dai-sy-m: the best rings are the ones that mean something. the...

Sun, 23 Sep 2012 16:07:24 -0400

dai-sy-m:

the best rings are the ones that mean something. the silver on these rings rub off after time, and reveals the 18 karat gold ring beneath the silver.
the point of the ring is to show that the longer love lasts, the more powerful and beautiful it is.

makemestfu: Relatable Post?

Mon, 17 Sep 2012 16:43:20 -0400

makemestfu:

Relatable Post?