[Found here.]
Happy Birthday. You Rock.
[Found here.]
Category: Stupid
“Quick, Robin! To The Batmotable!”
[Found here.]
Danger, Wilma Robinson.
Several possibilities here.
1. She’s ignorant.
2. She knows exactly what she’s doing but doesn’t give a crap.
3. Her boyfriend didn’t fill the tank so she’s filling it with diesel.
4. She runs a massage parlor in Great Barrington.
5. All of the above.
[Found in here.]
Self-Explanatory
Stealth drinking apparatus.
Dude. That’s the best you could come up with?
There are easier ways…
[Found here.]
Greater Than Great Hot Links
Mr. Rogers’ acceptance speech.
For those who think wearing rings with monster eyes makes you look cool, they’re available here [via here].
Children’s songs, 1970s Belfast
Medieval illustrations of cats licking their butts [via].
Okay, this is brilliant.
Great Barrington – Business is Greater than Great!
It appears that someone/some people have created a YouTube channel about the town of Great Barrington, MA that has a video for EVERY business in the town.
The song is the same in all of the videos and each video is just filled with some exteriors of the business.
I am obsessed.
this is real, people. and it’s realer than real.
It’s true. Business in Great Barrington is greater than great, and here’s proof:
Watch the entire play list. I know where I want to go on my next vacation, and I’ll check each establishment off my bucket list one at a time. Wait for the Great Barrington Cemetery
It’s greater than great.
[Top image from here.]
Riding with the Hedgehog. Kiss it.
[Found here, like you needed it pointed out in big ‘ol honkin’ red MSPaint freehand arrows and letters. ]
Another Great Gift Idea: Marblehead
Poke the Marble Head and the Whole Family will become excited, whoever they are. I really don’t want to know…
[Found here.]
Hollywood Vs. Reality
[Found here.]
The .Gif Friday Post No. 395 – Contortion Copter, Cheap Baby Food & A Mad WTF.
Hello, I am Ms. Twitter.
Hello, I am Ms. Twitter, daughter-in-law of Mr. Twitter and wife Significant Other of Mr. Twitter II. I have been put in charge of something very important and I’ve been very important for some time.
See that door behind me? That’s the #TwitterGulag. It’s where I send people whom I decide have violated Twitter’s Terms Of Service, written by my 12 year-old niece, Denada. She hates everyone for no particular reason, but she’s still my niece, and I am still in charge.
I send email messages to those of you with Twitter Accounts whom have been flagged as inappropriate and non-compliant with my unspecified political point of view. I ensure that your Twitter accounts are appropriately blocked, banned and deleted, and that you are required to jump through tiny little email hoops to get your pathetic Twitter accounts reinstated.
It never happens.
At the same time, I allow the most egregious violators of our TOS to fly free and clear no matter what offensive garbage they post or how much targeted harassment they get away with, despite your whining complaints. That makes me laugh, because there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. Yeah. Complain to @Twitter or @TwitterSupport and see what happens, loser.
But here’s the fun part. Once I decide you’re banned, your entire history goes away and you get to start all over. It’s like you never even existed. You are nothing more than a squeezed spent pimple on the Junior High Boys’ Restroom mirror to me, and the school janitor takes care of you.
I am Ms. Twitter. Do not trifle with me.
Tacky Raccoons 