The story of my morning.  1 stuck hood, 2 greasy hands, 3 skinned knuckles, and 4 hours later I’m back at work.

The story of my morning.  1 stuck hood, 2 greasy hands, 3 skinned knuckles, and 4 hours later I’m back at work.

Who the fuck puked on the wall?? That is some bullshit! That is some frat house bullshit. sluggo, to the cats (via quiet-life)

Mexican anti-Emo riots!  See BoingBoing for breaking news.

Carillon

Just heard the melody of Stairway to Heaven being played from the N. Campus belltower… if I was any good at keyboard, I would totally rock Black Sabbath - “OH NO, GOD NO”

Any of the younger guys who get into collecting are quirky and oddball types, pretty maladjusted people. Oh Really, Robert Crumb?
Naturally, the first thing he should do is to arrange it so that the girl is seated against the arm of the sofa while he is seated at her side. In this way, she cannot edge away from him when he becomes serious in his attentions. “The Art of Kissing” by Hugh Morris (1936)