25th May 2012
Photoset reblogged from skywalkin' like anakin with 42,647 notes
Eddie Izzard [Stripped] | Terms & Conditions
Source: shotgunanderson
16th May 2012
Chat reblogged from Live High...Live Mighty with 7 notes
Airplane Passengers as Explained by their Pants, by Wendi Aarons
- Wool Suit Pants: Will board before you.
- Wool Hunting Pants: Will board after you.
- Pleated Dockers: Will loudly talk on cell phone about ROIs and vertical markets.
- Pajama Bottoms: Will be flying either to or from a city with a Señor Frog’s.
- Sweatpants with Dallas Mavericks Logo: Will clog one or more bathrooms.
- Stained Yoga Pants: Will be carrying a screaming child.
- Stained Gymboree Pants: Will be a screaming child.
- Leather Pants: Did not pay for own flight.
- Pants with Underwear Sticking Out: Did not pay for own flight.
- Jeans with Rhinestones: Will get wasted on tequila and Sprite and graze flight attendant’s boob.
- Tight Black Stretch Pants: Will be a pharmaceutical sales rep named Morgan.
- Hemp Pants: Will be flying either to or from a city with a yurt resort.
- Golf Pants: Will “accidentally” click on a porn link on his laptop.
- Camouflage Cargos: Carry-on is a styrofoam cooler sealed with duct tape.
- Blue Capris: European on business.
- Red Capris: European on holiday.
- Plaid Capris: European on way to rehab.
- Pink Sweatpants: Will laugh her ass off at the Adam Sandler in-flight movie.
- Beige Slacks: Will nervously clutch book about how liberals are destroying America.
- Linen Trousers: Will swallow a Xanax and mangle your hand during take-off.
- Wide-waled Corduroys: Traveling with a cat.
- Thin-waled Corduroys: Traveling with a guitar.
- Patched Corduroys: Traveling with a cat named Guitar.
- Orange Jumpsuit: Did not pay for own flight.
- Skinny Jeans: Will develop deep vein thrombosis.
- Swim Trunks: Will be escorted off plane by federal air marshal for doing something gross to the beverage cart.
- Creased Jeans: Federal air marshal.
Source: infidel-castro
15th May 2012
Photo reblogged from My Hideaway with 6,214 notes
Look at your man. Now back at Loki. Now back at your man. Now back to Loki. Sadly, he isn’t Loki. But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash and switched to Asgard Spice, he could smell like Loki. Look down. Back up. Where are you? You’re in Asgard with the god of mischief that your man could smell like. What’s in your hand? Back at Loki. He has it. It’s a casket from Jotunheim holding two tickets to that thing you love. Look again. The tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Asgard Spice and not a lady. Loki’s on a horse.
Source: bartonesque