The message is harder to understand, but it’s hard to beat such terseness in the battle between this T-shirt slogan and “Guns Don’t Kill People, People Who Work For The Governmental Agency That Collects Taxes Kill People By Making Patriots Ram Planes Into That First Group of People Again.”
tweets that make you go UNGGGGGGHHHHH
Jonah, in response to seeing the above on the Dance, Jonah, Dance page:
“Look! Ryan Bat-Man likes my dance!”
Charges continue to pile up for two brothers | Nelson County Times
You have to read this story about two idiot brothers in Virginia and their amazing snowy-night crime spree last week. The quote above is about the fourth car they stole that night. It was not the last.
Highlight represents the portion of the CNN homepage occupied by stories about a football game that hasn’t been played yet.
Apparently we are on the one-revolution-per-year timetable these days. “What, another one? Already? Well, okay. There is that black-guy-in-the-white-house problem. Alright, you convinced me, crazy lady. Sign me up.”
YOU MIGHT HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT WHICH YOU OUGHT NOT TO EVER FORGET
Season Two, Episode Four: Anniversary
One year of Arrive Having Eaten! Avery Edison makes an unplanned guest appearance in this episode. Thanks for listening to us!
Episode run length: 17:21
Whee! Happy anniversary, Ben!!
Happy anniversary, Erica! High five!
reblogged from rrrrred
Self-Evident, “The Standard”
These guys slept on the floor of my living room in 2000. I put out a record for them called “What We Sound Like” on my short-lived record label in the same year, a record that I thought at the time was pretty amazing. Cut to a few albums and seven years later. This song is from their self-titled 2007 album, and it kills me every time. Their old stuff was amazing, but this is beyond. This is goosebump shit.
Nice motherfuckers, too. I’ve kind of lost touch with them, which I regret.
I’ll zip up that record from 2000 and post it online eventually. Until then, enjoy this song, and then go to their website and buy something.
I wish metal would get up Merlin’s ass more often. (Then maybe some 90s NC indie rock, then back to the metal.)



