Don Cheadles Foreskin

Feeling thirsty? This gruesome creation is a cocktail called the Alien Brain Hemorrhage.

Here’s how you make one:

Fill a shot glass halfway with peach schnapps. Gently pour Bailey’s Irish Cream on top. After the shot is almost full, carefully add a small amount of blue curacao. After it settles, add a small splash (or a few drops) of grenadine syrup.

Photo by Martin Williams

[via Neatorama]

crapheadslaphead-deactivated201:

Celery Man

(Source: weezybakeoven)

artcoerpse:

this shit never gets old.

(Source: plasticprince)

sirmitchell:

huhuh, cool!

By Kevin Kirkpatrick

[ More: beavis, butthead, beavis, butthead. ]

blameaspartame:

areasofmyexpertise:

There are some people who think Americans DON’T WANT to pay for quality entertainment anymore, because they think it all comes from public television or the internet.

BUT THEY WILL PAY FOR THE LORAX.

HUH? Thanks a lot, SOPA, which doesn’t exist yet but MIGHT.

In any case, I hope you will sign Tim and Eric’s anti-Lorax petition and then PAY MONEY TO SEE THEIR MOVIE, because they are national treasures, and still actually require FOOD AND SHELTER to live.

That is all.

pledge

yiss

(Source: hussies)

>walk into Gamestop
>ask for a copy of Atelier Totori
>”What?”
>spaghetti slowly drips from my pockets
>oh crap, not again
>face gets red
>”Please give me a copy of Atelier Totori right now.”
>”I don’t know what that is. What platform is it on?”
>struggling to contain my embarrassment
>clenching asscheeks together to hold in my crap
>voice reduced to a mumble
>”have money please alterlier torti give money please game”
>”Are you okay?”
>crap breaches through my asscheeks
>propelled forward at 60mph
>crash through the Gamestop employee’s counter
>he’s holding onto me for dear life
>all the while spaghetti is flowing out of my pockets like fumes
>crash through the entire row of buildings in the strip mall, broken glass shards in my face
>yelling “ATELIER TOTORI PLEASE MONEY ATELIER GAMESTOP TOTORI”
>Gamestop employee is covered in crap and spaghetti
>my pocket rocket shows no signs of stopping
>he tilts me backwards
>the sheer force of my poop has reached 650mph, we are now propelling upwards
>the spaghetti and crap intertwines and falls down to earth in glorious yellow and brown streams as we head towards the stratosphere
>children below frolic in the mess falling from my anus
>the g-force is causing my asscheeks to flap vigorously and create a gale
>spaghetti and crap blowing through the air on the planet below
>3 miles upwards now
>Gamestop employee has died from lack of oxygen, his body falls to the surface below and is shredded by the force of my crap
>my transformation is almost complete
>as I leave the atmosphere my bear hands sprout and my tail grows, acting as a rudder
>steer myself across the comsos with my gleaming crap and spaghetti trail

(Source: stankobeard)

itsthe90s:

no no, nüni

(Source: natalieportman.com)

redsuspenders:

gelfling:

fraxtil:

WHOA LOOK OUT SKRILLEX

good thing i was on my bee

“gonna drop some beEEEEEEEEEEEEES”

(Source: fraxtil)

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