Sexpigeon

Oct
2nd
Thu
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When is anyone going to ask you if you were in The Germs? You were in The Germs for two months in 1978, and no one ever asks about that. I mean, fuck.

When is anyone going to ask you if you were in The Germs? You were in The Germs for two months in 1978, and no one ever asks about that. I mean, fuck.

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Why, just look at this silly man with his silly dogs.

Why, just look at this silly man with his silly dogs.

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"Here’s the thing, Larry. I’m really tall, and I just walked by a really short lady. Where were you, Larry? Where were you when I needed you, Larry?"

"Here’s the thing, Larry. I’m really tall, and I just walked by a really short lady. Where were you, Larry? Where were you when I needed you, Larry?"

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The Flash is wasting a bunch of time because he cares more about branding than about saving lives.

The Flash is wasting a bunch of time because he cares more about branding than about saving lives.

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Poetry for Zack, Who Is on Vacation

  • [kirk]: every Zack is a peninsula
  • [peter]: What does it mean for a man to be a peninsula?
  • [kirk]: he's three-quarters of an island / 75% of itself / every zack is a piece of a continent / a part of the main / something something / never ask for whom the bell tolls / it tolls for zack
  • [tagsavage]: The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling for Zack but not for me.
  • [kirk]: Zack, be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and deadful
  • [tagsavage]: Zack! Zack! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling.
  • [tagsavage]: Fitting the clumsy mockups just in time.
Oct
1st
Wed
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Warriors is a good battery, but don’t confuse the pole.

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postconsumerperson:

staff:

Wild Hog Wednesday: Wild Hogs
wildhogs2007The Wild Hogs film that started it all. Tim Allen, John Travolta, Martin Lawrence, and William H. Macy are four Harley-riding suburbanites looking for adventure. But when the rubber hits the road, can these old dogs learn some new tricks?
wildhogs2The Wild-ly popular follow-up to Wild Hogs, with twice the heart and twice the high-jinks. 
fuckyeahwildhogsA celebration of some of the motorcycles that may have been featured in Disney’s Wild Hogs (2007).
celebsleatherThe character of Dudley was memorably played by William H. Macy. Get his look for only $175.00.
facesofolddogsWhen hogheads need a break from living high on the hog, they turn to Disney’s Old Dogs (2009). 

I don’t really like those trying-too-hard Fun Posts from the Tumblr staff, but this is funny as hell.

Lesson learned.

postconsumerperson:

staff:

Wild Hog Wednesday: Wild Hogs

wildhogs2007
The Wild Hogs film that started it all. Tim Allen, John Travolta, Martin Lawrence, and William H. Macy are four Harley-riding suburbanites looking for adventure. But when the rubber hits the road, can these old dogs learn some new tricks?

wildhogs2
The Wild-ly popular follow-up to Wild Hogs, with twice the heart and twice the high-jinks. 

fuckyeahwildhogs
A celebration of some of the motorcycles that may have been featured in Disney’s Wild Hogs (2007).

celebsleather
The character of Dudley was memorably played by William H. Macy. Get his look for only $175.00.

facesofolddogs
When hogheads need a break from living high on the hog, they turn to Disney’s Old Dogs (2009). 

I don’t really like those trying-too-hard Fun Posts from the Tumblr staff, but this is funny as hell.

Lesson learned.

Sep
30th
Tue
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Nice lady. Weird place, though.

Nice lady. Weird place, though.

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Sep
29th
Mon
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Another pitifully overcast day in our nation’s saggy history.

Another pitifully overcast day in our nation’s saggy history.

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Your family wasn’t as understanding as you’d hoped, but that doesn’t change how you feel about this suitcase.

Your family wasn’t as understanding as you’d hoped, but that doesn’t change how you feel about this suitcase.

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Sep
28th
Sun
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All of these drinks were terrible. All of these terrible drinks were roundly documented.

All of these drinks were terrible. All of these terrible drinks were roundly documented.

Sep
27th
Sat
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Rode by that Thai place that’s also a jet ski rental place. They were filming something. The owner was on a tiny dais, floodlit, and kept flubbing her lines. It was a pretty hot day, and being pancaked and floodlit on a hot day is flustering, no doubt. Asian woman with a British accent, which shouldn’t be interesting, but which seemed interesting enough, alas. And in fairness, this was the dowdier bay side of Rockaway and not the cosmopolitan beach side. The bay side is mostly red-faced locals with meaty New York mumbles. 

An explosion up the street, sounded about what it sounds like when you toss an M80 in a dumpster. Contained, resounding, a dumpster-sized cookie sheet being whapped. The woman pictured here mouthed at me “What the fuck was that?” I mouthed back a mildly excited I-don’t-know. She came over and complained about the heat in a stage whisper. Turns out they’re doing one of those renovation shows. A man shows up at your restaurant, screams at your staff, unfurls a blueprint, has a vision for what your business should be and, in three days, is going to be. She is part of the crew doing this rapid renovation, is consequently covered in paint. Her cat lacerated her this morning, and the blood blends right in. Mostly. You can find it if you look. Her voice was flinty and violet, and it seemed like a burdensomely hot-toned voice to have on a hot day. 

Biking away, over a bridge, had a clear view into the back patio of the Thai place. Was filled with paintings of dragons, now.

Rode by that Thai place that’s also a jet ski rental place. They were filming something. The owner was on a tiny dais, floodlit, and kept flubbing her lines. It was a pretty hot day, and being pancaked and floodlit on a hot day is flustering, no doubt. Asian woman with a British accent, which shouldn’t be interesting, but which seemed interesting enough, alas. And in fairness, this was the dowdier bay side of Rockaway and not the cosmopolitan beach side. The bay side is mostly red-faced locals with meaty New York mumbles.

An explosion up the street, sounded about what it sounds like when you toss an M80 in a dumpster. Contained, resounding, a dumpster-sized cookie sheet being whapped. The woman pictured here mouthed at me “What the fuck was that?” I mouthed back a mildly excited I-don’t-know. She came over and complained about the heat in a stage whisper. Turns out they’re doing one of those renovation shows. A man shows up at your restaurant, screams at your staff, unfurls a blueprint, has a vision for what your business should be and, in three days, is going to be. She is part of the crew doing this rapid renovation, is consequently covered in paint. Her cat lacerated her this morning, and the blood blends right in. Mostly. You can find it if you look. Her voice was flinty and violet, and it seemed like a burdensomely hot-toned voice to have on a hot day.

Biking away, over a bridge, had a clear view into the back patio of the Thai place. Was filled with paintings of dragons, now.