vintagespace:

Pattie Boyd and George Harrison.

vintagespace:

Pattie Boyd and George Harrison.

(via bitchybillionaire)

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dandylionburdock:

the boy kicked out at the world…the world kicked back
alot fuckin’ harder now

(via party-wok)

ArtistThe Libertines
TitleCan't Stand Me Now
AlbumThe Libertines
post-punker:

Morrissey during his first solo gig, Wolverhampton Civic Hall, 1988

post-punker:

Morrissey during his first solo gig, Wolverhampton Civic Hall, 1988

(via everythingandnow)

vintagegal:

Debbie Harry photographed by Jimmy DeSana, 1977 (via)

vintagegal:

Debbie Harry photographed by Jimmy DeSana, 1977 (via)

(via justmandaa)

random-thoughts-on-a-carousel:

Chuck Berry and Keith Richards

(via the-stig)

southparkdigital:

“No it’s MY damn garden and I’m sick of you kids dressin’ up and having talks of betrayal in it!”

southparkdigital:

“No it’s MY damn garden and I’m sick of you kids dressin’ up and having talks of betrayal in it!”

(via comedycentral)

woodmeat:

"boy
look at me boy
didnt i tell you to tek the chicken out the freezer”

woodmeat:

"boy

look at me boy

didnt i tell you to tek the chicken out the freezer”

(via verolpstalker)

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party-wok:

suicidewatch:

The Stone Roses “I Am The Resurrection”

Happy Easter weekend, you fucks.

Don’t waste your words I don’t need anything from you
I don’t care where you’ve been or what you plan to do

I am the resurrection and I am the light
I couldn’t ever bring myself to hate you as I’d like

ArtistThe Stone Roses
TitleI Am The Resurrection
AlbumThe Stone Roses

Some sweet #rc9gn brunch action. #smokebomb

weinerman-tested:

wait a minute, this isnt our tub!

weinerman-tested:

wait a minute, this isnt our tub!

eghayes87:

barelysarcasm:

weinerman-tested:

eghayes87:

Just heard the Rick and Morty opening song coming from the Randy Cunningham writers room

#lunchbreak #crossover

that would be a TERRIFYING crossover.

The even more terrifying part is that Eric hears all of our hair metal and McFist impressions all day long. #LoudWriters #sorryErica

You just called me Eric, you’re not forgiven

#YouGotItTheSecondTimeThough 

HA!  TOTALLY RAZZED YOU!  YOU GOT RAZZED! 

(…boy do I feel like a shoob.)

Check this dog.

(via cooldogs)

Let the Good Times Roll

topshelftales:

Sunday, February 5, 2006 - approximately booze o’clock - Hollywood:

The game ended. Who won? I couldn’t tell you. Apart from a three year stint playing Pop Warner football, I never gave football much thought. Sure, if the Patriots made it to the big game, I’d watch. You’ve got to support the home team. Barring that, I didn’t give a shit. But my roommate did.

Jim and I lived in an apartment on Hollywood Boulevard, just west of Gardner. When we moved in, we concocted some rules of the house. I don’t remember the exact verbiage, but the gist was this: the party should never stop and the party should never stop. A few months in, the party stopped. Eight years out, and I still can’t quite identify what caused both of us to sporadically act like dicks, but I guess that’s part of being young, barely out of college, and working shitty jobs that pay enough to keep the beers in the refrigerator cold.

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Here’s a story that’s true in which I’m a character named “Jim.” It was fun and you should follow this blog for more stories like this.

nosdrinker:

this is the teacher from the incredibles

nosdrinker:

this is the teacher from the incredibles

(via theghostzone)