Tumbling Down The Rabbit Hole

Nicolas Cage finally turns down a roll.

Murphy’s law states…

And KRS, you wonder why I worship at the alter of their church?!  The sheer fact that they are actually awesome… in real life, people will tumblr this and my publicist will be upset situations… and they have no qualms about it, definitely sets them up for HERO STATUS any day of the week.

I too hate that sound, Misha.    So.  Much.  Worship.

(via meet-me-on-the-equinox)

A funny thing happened at the health centre the other day.  I was opening a trash bin to toss away a paper towel, when lo and behold… what do I see inside?  An entire menswear outfit, complete with jockey shorts, trousers, shirt and socks.  I was quite confused and though jumbled, my thoughts appeared in the following order.

1.  It’s a good thing they keep it warm in here or someone would definitely not be impressing the ladies.

2.  Did the Rapture happen and I missed the express train to Heaven?

3.  Perhaps someone had Mexican for lunch.  Back away slowly, do not inquire further.

4.  Goddamn hipsters, trying to bring about a Naturist revolution.

… and finally it was all rounded out by… 5.  Holy fuck, Lyle Norg* does exist!

*Please don’t make me hate you by having to explain who/what Lyle Norg is.  You will make me lose all faith in humanity.  Use the fucking GoogleMachine, you dweeb.

Amen.

The Avengers mixed drinks.

Admit it.

Fuzzy Potter.

Self-esteem boost.