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This child’s future is predestined, and I’ll tell you this: it is fierce, bitches.
Fishki.Net - Фотоподборка (71 фото) | Фишкина Картинка
This child’s future is predestined, and I’ll tell you this: it is fierce, bitches.
For the first time ever, [John] Williams revealed the lyric to “Raiders March,” the stirring title theme of the movies:
In-di-ana fuck-ing Jones
In-di-ana moth-er-fuck-ing Jones
In-di-ana fuck-ing Jones
Bite my ball-sack you Na-zis I’m In-di-ana fuck-ing Jones
I…I am going to pretend this is true.
(via nickdouglas)
Maddux: My inner seventh-grader absolutely loves this.

Pray, who can know the damning shame
That slighted writers know,
The axe that falls so cruelly on
Our fevered tales of woe?
No insult worse may hound one like
A Baskervillian dog
Than knowing your own long-time partner
WILL NOT READ YOUR BLOG.
“Fie, fie; ‘tis folly!,” quoth he,
“’Tis a sophomoric waste!”
Thus, by such dire, imperious terms
One’s brainchild is debased.
What altruistic hero, then,
Will rescue from this bog
The curséd soul whose lifelong partner
WILL NOT READ HIS BLOG?
What bitter, acrid, fetid gall
The cheapened writer drinks
When one he long loved so demeans
The soul of all he thinks!
The scars upon the author’s heart
Read out the fatal log
Of him whose partner, high and holy,
WILL NOT READ HIS BLOG.
Perhaps one night the fickle stars
In their alignment staid
May shine afresh upon the tome
Now cast into the shade;
And by their glow, illumine
One gray headstone through the fog:
“HERE LIES THE PUTZ WHO WOULD NOT READ
HIS PARTNER’S GODDAMNED BLOG!”
[© David M 2008]
Oh. My. Goddess. Somehow, we found an incredible deal on a ginormous plasma TV at Costco. Considering what we got, ridiculously affordable. A steal.

We watch high-def TV and DVDs with headphones on, and I swear, it’s like being in the very best seats of a movie theatre. We’ve committed tonight to perusing our entire DVD collection and sampling scenes of our favorite movies, just to see how much more amazing they look.
I mean, come on; there’s still pretty much just crap on TV. Somehow in high-def it looks like really shiny-shiny crap. But the movies are killer. We’ve watched The Golden Compass, and practically screamed every two seconds.
If you don’t hear from us for a very long time, you’ll know we’re still sliming the couch, drooling and slack-jawed, with bags of chips and half-sipped martinis laying about.