blood is GROSS
The only way to deal with bedroom skeletons.
This is what we deal with every. damn. day in animation… especially if you’re a person who wants to make a show.
breaking news: white cis boy drinks a can of monster energy drink, more at 11
breaking news: tumblr feminists continue to make jokes about cis white guys which in turn make them look exactly like the idea of man hating feminists that I thought we were trying to break away from
breaking news: I am a cis white boy and I was talking about myself, sit down child.
Let’s get this party started
As a child, my father repeatedly told me “women driver’s, no survivors”. My mom has only been in 2 accidents, and in both of them, the other driver was entirely at fault. I have never been pulled over or ticketed and my only “accident” was someone backing into my parked car. He has been in multiple accidents and gotten multiple tickets for everything from imprudent driving to speeding to cellphone use.
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Five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. I’ve never seen so many trees in my life. As W. C. Fields would say, I’d rather be here than Philadelphia. Fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day. Weatherman said rain. If you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time, it’d beat working. Mileage is seventy-nine thousand three hundred forty-five, gauge is on reserve, riding on fumes here, I’ve got to tank up when I get into town. Remind me to tell you how much that is. Lunch was, uh, six dollars and thirty-one cents at the Lamplighter Inn, that’s on Highway Two near Lewis Fork. That was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie, and a cup of coffee. Damn good food. Diane, if you ever get up this way that cherry pie is worth a stop. Okay. Looks like I’ll be meeting up with the, ah, Sheriff Harry S. Truman. Shouldn’t be too hard to remember that. He’ll be at the Calhoun Memorial Hospital. I guess we’re going to go up to intensive care and take a look at that girl that crawled down the railroad tracks off the mountain. When I finish there I’ll be checking into a motel. I’m sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced. That’s what I need, a clean place, reasonably priced.
On this day: Special Agent Dale Cooper found his way into Twin Peaks!