Just some quick random doodles Jenna and I made after lunch. It’s my countdown calendar to Skyrim’s release.
Watching TNG on Netflix. Got a screenshot of my favorite character.
Muammar Gaddafi looks like a bro’d out version of Che Guevara.
Che Guevara looks like a hipster version of Muammar Gaddafi.
(via epic)
Duck x3
Hi, internet. I’m at work so I don’t have a lot of time to explain why, but I did a google image search for “three headed duck” today and I just wanted to share some of my favorite results:
All of these are good pictures. I really like the last one. Can they all shoot fire, or just that head? Do the other heads have other powers? I like pictures that make me ask questions.
Before Sam Fisher was hiding in the shadows and snapping people’s necks while hanging upside down from pipes on the ceiling, there was another third-person spy that held a special place in my heart. Gabe Logan from Syphon Filter was the coolest. Well, I guess actually Solid Snake was the coolest. Gabe Logan was pretty awesome, though. He had a super accurate taser that had unlimited charges and could hit a dude in the head from any distance. Then you could hold down the button and watch them shake and get electrocuted until they caught on fire and died. And now the most recent post on my tumblr isn’t a picture of some lady’s gross skin tag so I am happy. Goodnight nerds.
Anonymous asked: what is a skin tag?.
A skin tag is a little gross bump. It’s like a mole, but it’s just skin.
See the thing on this weird wrinkly person’s neck? Skin tag.
Property of D.L.
I was wide awake at 4:30am obsessed with the idea that I should drink up enough courage to cut off my three skin tags I have on my body with some toenail clippers and then put the skin tags in a ring box and put it on a shelf in my house. Then if anyone asked about it I would say I stole it from David Lynch’s house.
I really need to get some sleeping pills.
Utility
Chase: Slapping babies, making pennies. Tiny pimp. Little fur coat made out of a squirell. Hat is half a plastic easter egg.
Girlfriend: Utility??? (Trying to say “Uuuuuhhhhhhh” but got autocorrected.)
Chase: Cadillac made out of sticks and tinfoil from the garbage can in the park. Wheels are Ritz crackers. Little matchstick pimp cane. Yeah, little tiny giant necklace that says my pimp name. $UTILITY$
Girlfriend: I’m scared.Hahaha.
Chase: I’m trying to do poetry at you. This how you make women like you.
Girlfriend: I like it!
Chase: Are you seduced?
Girlfriend: I a little bit am, actually.
Chase: Bitch better have my tiny, adorable amount of money.
"Be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary."-William S. Burroughs
