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1five1two

decadent-hag

commodorecliche

moonshynecybin

have you guys ever seen a crocodile with its fingies out

moonshynecybin

devilishdescent

anik

i love this guy

iamthemaestro

found this at an antique shop the other day and was immediately like oh this belongs on tumblr. sniles sneetly. fwowns fwangry.

erarg

wheres the gif of the guy on fire but then he eats a watermelon and hes fine

selkiecide

skelecola

this is what summertime is like

demadogs

There are legends of people born with the gift of making music so true, it can pierce the veil between life and death.

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smalllfieldmouse

they should let me perform unethical experiments on unwilling participants

localhorsemuncher

and what do you do with willing participants

smalllfieldmouse

I can't have that shit theyre gonna be jerking off in there

ri5k

tilthat

TIL in 1896 a temporary, one-day city was named in Texas called Crush, where two locomotives were to be smashed head-on for purposes of spectacle. It was, for a few hours, the 2nd largest city in TX with 40k attendees. The collision caused engine boilers to explode, resulting in death and injuries.

via reddit.com

justthesource

source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crush,_Texas

mangonetics

you could just do shit back then

pyomorphic

texas is still like this

tyrannosaurus-rex

snowriddenwolf

garaks-padded-cell

americans be like dude learning to drive isnt that bad but they dont know youre in ireland sharing a lane with a horse who is a bad person. And the horse and the instructor are friends and he keeps dapping the horse up through the window. And the horse called you a bitch under his breath so quiet the driving instructor is trying to convince you that you must have misheard him but you didnt. and theres a roundabout coming up and the horse didnt indicate

theabyssofhappy

I can no longer remember the title of the book it’s from, but here’s a quote that has remained trapped in my head for the last 8 years: “Driving in Ireland is dangerous because the roads are full of old farmers who’ve led good lives and are fairly sure they’ll get into heaven.”