Race to the Bottom of the Pile!

Internal Memo

Body: So, here we are. Second day in Vegas. I'm starting to get a little tired. We're going home soon, right?
Mind: Oh my no. We're here until Friday. The real work hasn't even started yet. We have four straight days of that.
Body: Is there a way for me to cut off the oxygen supply to you, so we pass out and spend the next four days in a self-induced coma?
Mind: No, unfortunately I control most of that, and I forgot the password to unlock it.
Body: Hmm.
Mind: I know.

“ Look at Jake’s bike. That dude is HARD. Nate Coan, commenting on Jake’s new rusted steel tank and fender.

“ One member of the White House new-media team came to work on Tuesday, right after the swearing-in ceremony, only to discover that it was impossible to know which programs could be updated, or even which computers could be used for which purposes. The team members, accustomed to working on Macintoshes, found computers outfitted with six-year-old versions of Microsoft software. http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/01/21/AR2009012104249.html

January 20

“ What ever happened to the time when there was no music for little fuckin’ kids, and you had to go and listen to your older brother’s Zeppelin album? Artie Lange, commenting on The Jonas Brothers

January 19

Kid Slap+Dead Hooker+Puke in under 20 seconds= comedy gold.

Field Trip anyone?

(via livesophia)

Busey is like that great (albeit crazy, drug addled) restaurant that all of a sudden blows up, so you try and act all above it, but at the end of the day they still have a great puerco pibil.

January 6

(via tmblg)

Duh. The green obviously means “Recycling”.

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antikris:shorterexcerpts:benjichan:

Exactly.