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I found this the other day, and also found it quite amusing, because Paula Deen is otherwise a rather terrifying woman. At least, in her Photoshopped state on her magazine covers. Jeeesus.
This makes me smile.
Two things in this world I love. Moustaches, and cats.
It’s been a long week. This made me giggle like a moron.
Little baby kitties are the sweetest.
This just makes me smile. Buddy Holly is the only person who should be allowed to wear glasses like that. Why? Because he is the godfather of rock n’ roll. And he was a total babe!
Absolute brilliance. This made me giggle.
mother-of-pearl:

OH MY GOD!!
:D

Have you ever been high as fuck?

This is too adorable to pass up.
prawnmael:

lol what a happy cat
Beeeeefoooreee you wreck your caaarrrrrr…. ;D

ronaldmael:

Yay someone uploaded the full Sparks episode of Never Mind the Buzzcocks on Youtube!

The golden boys amidst a bunch of hilarious hosts.

(Source: ron-mael)

I just stumbled upon this earlier and it was so freaking cute I couldn’t resist.

I’ve got just one thing to say to this.

This is the thought pattern of an absolutely horrible mind.

When I saw this hideous ass-sembly of lollipops crawling all over this ass-stablishment:

I called on some lovely ladies from the 1950s, in my brain:

Who then began to sing for me:

Lollipop, lollipop, oh lolli, lolli, lolli …..

This is just hilarious. It’s the Lonely Island, with “Punch You in the Jeans”.

Lyrics:

These days, a lot a cats is outta line
Seems to me like they need to get punched
Yeah, but where you gonna punch ‘em?
Yo, the choice is obvious

I’ll punch you in the jeans, I’ll punch you in the jeans
This is not a case of man vs machine
You think that you’re safe, thought you got away clean?
I’ll roll up on you smooth and punch you in the jeans

I got my fists clenched, gonna throw a haymaka
Rockin’ your slacks from here to Jamaica
Shake in your boots, ‘cause I’m the earthquaka
Bringin’ those jeans round here was a mistaka

I gotta vendetta, it’s against your jeans, yeah
Gonna put my knuckles up against the seams
They can be on your legs or on the clothesline
But when I see the zipper and cloth, it’s go time

And I’m zeroed in, I got the tunnel vision
Gonna cover you in shit like a ton of pigeons
Man, I hate your jeans, I’m gonna bruise that denim
It really doesn’t matter as long as you’re in em’

Yo, we’ll punch your jeans, we’ve said it before
Best believe, this is not a metaphor
Better watch your back, ‘cause we’re on the creep
And we won’t stop till your jeans are six feet deep

Man, I’ll murder your jeans, I’ll feed ‘em to the fishes
Here’s what I’d do, if I had three wishes
Punch your jeans on all three counts
It would bring me satisfaction in large amounts

If I had three wishes I would do the same
We see eye to eye in this jean punch game
I’d lay ‘em in a field, where there’s chemical sprayin’
But I’d punch em first, yo that goes without sayin’, yeah

Acid wash pleats or a nifty cuff
It’s just another jean for my fist to stuff
Throwin’ fistacuffs, eat pants like bag lunches
Jeans pronounced dead, ‘cause of death? Hecka punches

Yo, we’ll punch your jeans, we’ve said it before
Best believe, this is not a metaphor
You got somethin’ to say, we got the proper retorts
Beat your jeans so bad that they’ll wish they were shorts

Gonna revise your Levi’s with physical harm
Put divets in the rivets with my physical arm
Gonna beat those jeans, gonna dip em in slime
Turn your 501s into 499s

When I punch a jean, I like to imagine a face
The fly is the nose and the balls are the base of the face
You got taste and it shows, my man
God damn, your jean brand got me throwin’ my hands

Gonna go back in time, find the man who made jeans
And choke him to death, if you know what I mean
Yo I know what you mean, so keep your jeans on a hush
Breakout, before you get bum rushed

Yo, we’ll punch your jeans, we’ve said it before
Best believe, this is not a metaphor
So take off your jeans, and reverse the curse
‘Cause we the best jean punchers in the universe
It really doesn’t matter as long as you’re in em’
It really doesn’t matter as long as you’re in em’

I’m laughing so hard, but it’s not funny.
Maybe it’s just his face.