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linda jay and the neverending barrage of idiots
ten pages of the booklet “overcoming shyness” *_*
the tendas rewrote it for future generations after ness returned to the book to the library
the whole thing is approximately thirty pages
is there an option to reblog this 50 or more times by clicking it once?? i’d like that
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I love this so much. Haha. I always thought it would be awesome if someone did this.
I love Tendas. I am shy
If you see anything cuter today please share…
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The Spirit of the Radio
glory days!
“ I had an interesting morning; I got into an argument with my Rice Krispies. I distinctly heard, “Snap, crackle, fuck you!” I’m not sure which one of them said it; I was reaching for the artificial sweetener at the time and not looking directly into the bowl. But I heard it and I said, “Well, you can all just sit right there in the milk as far as I’m concerned until I find out which one of you said it.” Mass punishment. The idea is to turn them against one another. Silly me. Big punishment! That’s what Rice Krispies do. Sit in the milk. That’s their job. You’ve seen them. Delicate, beige blisters of air, floating proudly in the milk. And you can’t sink them. They refuse to sink. The navy ought to use Rice Krispies in life preservers. That’s where they’re really needed. And do you know how Rice Krispies manage to float for such a long time? By clinging to one another; they buddy up. They gather in little groups of eight, ten, or sometimes twelve, but if you’ve noticed, it’s always an even number. That’s because the electromagnetic polarity of the Krispies attracts them to one another. It binds them into pairs, like subatomic particles. They form little colonies, and you can’t sink them, not even with a spoon. They just come bobbing up over the sides of the spoon, laughing at you and reveling in their buoyancy. Hard to sink. That’s what the fruit is for. Not for added taste; not for nutrition; it’s for sinking the Rice Krispies. Believe me, a good-sized peach, hurled at the bowl full force from a stepladder, can take down eighty or ninety of the little buggers in one glorious splash. And I have absolutely no mercy. If I’m really pissed, I’ll climb up to the upstairs balcony and drop a watermelon on them. That’ll teach them to sass me at breakfast.
George Carlin (via chuckiefinster) (via tonguelash)
j called my hair colour- “the most normal i’ve ever seen your hair” and my eyebrow lady called it “weird and nice.” what the heck…
“ My life has always been my music. It’s always come first, but the music ain’t worth nothing if you can’t lay it on the public. The main thing is to live for that audience, “cause what you’re there for is to please the people.
louis armstrong on why you shouldn’t fall for musicians…(:p)
“ The true joy in life is being used for a purpose recognised by yourself a a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
george bernard shaw, quoted by joan collins in her “my secrets”. she adds, “whatever you want, it is up to you to make it happens. and when it happens, you’ll know you did it!”
things I find unsexy
- ignorance
- denunciation of reading
- claiming “smart people are boring”
- calling hawksley workman generic (WHAT?)
- the constant desire to argue, even things you hold no personal stake or knowledge in/of
you (not YOU, dear reader…as I said, this one doesn’t read) have committed all these sins and have marked yourself unworthy for a bookish, peaceful babe such as myself. I love idiots, I hate ignorance. Don’t get it twisted.
Did you get pears? Did you get pears? Did you get pears?
We’ll discuss it inside.
one of my favourite mad men moments.
