June 2011
137 posts
May 2011
155 posts
This Guy Has My Macbook →
robhuebel:
So bananas.
(via Morgan Murphy)
YEP.
thedailywhat:
Celebrity Chef of the Day: Nick Offerman cooks the Ron Swanson Turkey Burger he would later consume on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.
[lnwjf / eater.]
JRLLB. Jean-Ralphio likes little boys.
RT @robdelaney: I would watch a show where they drop the staff of TMZ into the Korean DMZ.
Me and muh girl
submitted by Thomas T. Toughguy (aka Sugarbutt)
Oh Conan, you rascally scamp.
oldjewstellingjokes:
Classic Joke: Ettie Steinberg, “A Cure for Horniness”
Here’s a classic joke from earlier in this season of Old Jews Telling Jokes! You may call this, “a rerun.”
Jimmy Fallon won’t stop making me like him. Jerk.
Just re-tied my shoes and now I’m gonna go ask my boss for a promotion and a raise.
iheartchaos:
You’ve been tying your shoes incorrectly your entire life
I remember you had a (what I thought was helpful) post about how to tell which side of the car your gas tank is on. Here is another for the “Things I Never Knew” tag.
Fine. I’ll watch this.
Mile High Club gains one member →
I like to think he was pretending to fly the plane from his own private cockpit.
(via Austin)
RT @PaulyPeligroso: Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat for a day. Give a man some crabs and I’m telling every one you’re a filthy whore, T …
Portman-Kunis United →
Some guy in Dallas made custom soccer uniforms for his indoor team and I know what I’m asking Santa for this Christmas.
Further proof of what I said below.
Justin Timberlake is better than all of us at everything.
Judgment Day
me: and anyway, who cares? the rapture's happening tomorrow
Bret: word
i'll miss you
do we get to see the post-rapture interview with this guy?
or will he just go into seclusion and come up with another equation
me: haha, I'm not sure how that's gonna work
he apparently did the same thing in 1994
I don't recall the rapture happening then either
Bret: yeah
still, though. hitting .500 in predicting the end of the world would be pretty good
me: not bad at all
Bret: when is it supposed to hit us?
me: 6 p.m.
Bret: I haven't a thing to wear