overestimatedmysanity:

mystery-of-the-cake-topper:

derperistical:

scientificperfection:

kittiesinthemorning:

I just don’t understand how this happened. But here’s a picture of a lemon from my backyard

WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK

#jfc put some salt around that thing

gardening is fun and games until ＳＯＭＥＯＮＥ  ＳＵＭＭＯＮＳ ＳＡＴＡＮ

UNTIL SOMEONE SUMMONS SATAN

(Source: sometimesoverwhelming, via pewpewlazerz)

boringoldraphael:

theidiotking:

“YES! WOW THEY REALLY NAILED IT WITH THIS ONE! WAY TO EXPOSE THE FALSITIES IN THIS DOCUMENTARY ABOUT YOUNG PEOPLE LIVING IN NEW YORK. THEY AREN’T STRUGGLING AT ALL THEY- WAIT, wait. what? It’s not a documentary? It’s a scripted half hour television show and it’s not trying to be anything but fiction? Um… well… still though…  STILL UM IT’S NOT REALLY ALL THAT GOOD OR ANYTHING. IT’S UH, AAAAAH I’M SO MAD ABOUT EVERYTHING! ALL THE TIME”  -the internet

HEY, DID YOU GUYS HEAR ABOUT THAT MOVIE TRUE GRIT, STARRING LLOYD BRIDGE’S SON, JAMES BROLIN’S SON, AND BEN AFFLECK’S BEST FRIEND? NEPOTISM, AM I RIGHT? YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THOSE GUYS ARE COWBOYS? MATT DAMON’S MOM IS A TEACHER! THAT MOVIE WAS BULLSHIT APPARENTLY.

Seriously, though, everyone agrees this is a dumb complaint to have with this show, right? Like no one really thinks the only reason Judd Apatow is where he is is because he’s Adam Sandler’s old roommate, right? I don’t want to just be part of the knee-jerk backlash to the knee-jerk backlash or anything (and I REALLY don’t want to post three blog posts in one day— if I don’t draw the line somewhere there’s no telling what I’ll become), but really I thought this (admittedly well put-together) photoshop job was an opportunity for a TEACHABLE MOMENT.

Quick grammar lesson:

When a plural is also a possessive, you drop the second S:

“my parents’ place”
“the Hendersons’ dog”
“the boys’ locker room” 

When a non-plural word that ends with S is a possessive, you do not drop the second S:

“my boss’s latte”
“Brian Williams’s daughter”
“Laurie Simmons’s daughter”

TEACHABLE MOMENT.

SCHOOLMARM OUT.

sabotage-times:

Werner Herzog’s Note To His Cleaning Lady

Rosalina. Woman.

You constantly revile me with your singular lack of vision. Be aware, there is an essential truth and beauty in all things. From the death throes of a speared gazelle to the damaged smile of a freeway homeless. But that does not mean that the invisibility of something implies its lack of being. Though simpleton babies foolishly believe the person before them vanishes when they cover their eyes during a hateful game of peek-a-boo, this is a fallacy. And so it is that the unseen dusty build up that accumulates behind the DVD shelves in the rumpus room exists also. This is unacceptable.

Read The Rest Here…

unmentionables:

dyinggod:

Scruffy. The janitor.

scruffy is my favorite

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