A perfect Spring day in Montreal. I know how that feels, even though it was February when I was in Montreal: some experiences transcend time and space.
via The Manolo
My perfect day wouldn’t have the cigarettes, but it would sub in a great used bookstore instead. A used bookstore with no funny smell and a really handsome shopkeeper.
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Indeed, he was a saint among men.
Who says there are no modern heroes? If any man deserves immortalization in stained glass, it’s Steve Irwin, who wouldn’t have kicked Chuck Norris‘s ass, although he could have and done a nature special on the wild Chuck Norris at the same time: he’d have brought Chuck Norris to tears with some lip-trembling tale of the time an orangutan gave him her baby to hold, and then Chuck would have written Australia Zoo a big fat check.
You know it and I know it and Chuck Norris knows it.
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Like air guitar, but with sex.
Yes, this is safe for work but not for dignity. Watch and enjoy…or go fetal with sympathetic embarassment, as these all-too-obvious virgins compete for the glory (?) of being named Best Air Sexer. Surely here is captured the Zeta Male‘s finest moment; my particular favorite is the one who mimes turning the pages.
From Japanorama, via Japan Probe.
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I got this from a good source in Washington. Actual footage of Dick Cheney ruining one of the holiest days of the year; there’s a reason they call him the VICE president.
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Yo, baby got back!
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raincoaster 