my brain just threw up a little…

October 31, 2012

From an earlier conversation with a friend

Filed under: Daily Crazies,lawls,QOTD,random crazies — Sol @ 10:39 pm

“… and years later you find their recent picture and they are all gag, you know?”

October 30, 2012


supporting evidence

from an earlier conversation with a friend

Filed under: Daily Crazies,immortalized (™),lawls,QOTD — Sol @ 10:06 am

“It sounds kind of like HWAH. We used to call that the “surprise buttsex noise” Like if someone snuck up behind you and just…yeah”


(note to self, add “HWAH” to your vocabulary, you need it!)

I was expecting this on a philoceraptor

October 29, 2012

from an earlier conversation with a friend

“it’s ok, I will always look fatter than herpier”

October 25, 2012

wow… that’s just harsh!

Filed under: Daily Crazies,random crazies,screen-shots — Sol @ 2:18 pm

act 3 scene 1

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.


October 24, 2012

a thought that…

Filed under: Daily Crazies,immortalized (™),lawls,QOTD,random crazies — Sol @ 10:51 am

(Note to self, take a picture of her butt as a proof that it looks funny, so she would not think you are just messing with her.)


October 23, 2012

first thing in the morning

Filed under: Daily Crazies,immortalized (™),lawls,random crazies — Sol @ 9:13 am

brief conversation about butt-chugging heavily caffeinated products.

good morning. welcome to werk.

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