datarep:

Combined faces of top 500 professional golfers

It’s John Golf

someauthorgirl:

xparrot:

The interval between the start and the end of “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” is 3 minutes and 30 seconds, and the International Space Station is moving is 7.66 km/s.

This means that if an astronaut on the ISS listens to “I’m Gonna Be”, in the time between the first beat of the song and the final lines …

… they will have traveled just about exactly 1,000 miles.

To be alive, now, in this age.

DAH-DADAH-DAH

newlyorange:

reversecentaur:

reversecentaur:

tilthat:

TIL in parts of Britain if someone is wronging you, you can get on your knees and cry “Hear me! Hear me! Come to my aid, my Prince, for someone does me wrong” and then recite the Lord’s Prayer in French, and the other person is legally required to stop what he’s doing or pay a penalty

via ift.tt

i was wondering what the heck parts of britain, and it’s jersey and guernsey so that checks out

this guy Really wanted this old kia on his land

(link for the curious)

benepla:

“the world has become such a soft safe space where you can’t speak freely” is a good way to reveal you spend a majority of your time on the internet. a customer came in today and told me that the illuminati framed bill cosby and it was my fault and i just had to be like OK sir cash or credit

HORG

gallusrostromegalus:

nenezz:

nenezz:

i typed “horg” into the search bar and found this site which taxonomically categorizes those little plastic clips you find on bread bags

this is blowing my fucking mind

@botanyshitposts I feel like this appeals to your sense of humor

HORG

patron-saint-of-smart-asses:

prolifeproliberty:

lutheran-wolf:

I googled “dude“ and found this

Dude.

reblog the Dude™ for clear moonlit nights

obviousplant:

I left this important business accessory in a Staples.

brblosinggame:

fictionmeister:

the-gneech:

seandunkley:

steampunktendencies:

Smooth Criminal on a music box thing…

Masterpiece~

That’s cool and all, but why is it in the middle of a lumberyard?

its the Mood

Me @ 3am

fortooate:

porksweats:

e me a mail

make the attachment
a pic of a snail

suckindeathsdick:

meanexwife:

meanexwife:

hey fellas last night i took a medication which is more or less the anxiety equivalent of a horse tranquilizer & essentially enterred the fifth dimension of sleepwalking in which i awoke but enterred a dissociative fit so strong i was really confused why my loving girlfriend was not my good friend and fellow viking bjorn, who i had to bring some furs to. also i might’ve cried about this. don’t remember

was informed i left out the best part of this 3am experience which was the bit where i, in tears, gestured to our dog and shouted, “i don’t know what this is!”

bruh you astral planed so hard you fell back into a past life