It’s just the skin is just sticking up a little…I can get it off with minimal damage…crap, there goes all the skin on my index finger. Happened to me just yesterday.
vincent gallo talks critics with critics
Gallo’s american laden jumpsuit is priceless. His venom at the female critic is expected. The conversation about cinema is a real and honest one and worth the watch.
Perhaps one of the most influential filmmakers of the last 20 years that will not be recognized for another 20, Vincent Gallo’s Buffalo 66 takes viewers on an odyssey through one poor man’s destroyed psyche and how it all came to pass. “No daddy No!” the young Billy Brown screams as his dad breaks his puppies neck for peeing on the carpet. It’s a strange and wild trip indeed.
about that time doc ellis pitched a no hitter…on lsd
Much love to NoMas for making this video. Maybe my favorite youtube video to share with others.
ever get claustrophobic?
As bad as that sardine can looks, still rather that that most major highways in america during rush hour. Well, honestly, I think I’d rather just be jobless than either but that’s just me.
it’s levitation holmes
I bet I can change your life in less than 90 seconds. Just watch the video and you tell me. The possibilities are endless.
life is ruff as a pup
sometimes, it can be hard out there for a dog. all the worrying and the not understanding about situations. it’s all just too much.
tryfecta of the best animals on trampolines
Everyone loves a good dog vs trampoline
If you know Mr Tony, you know bear vs trampoline is his favorite
What is better than two foxes on trampoline
The Advantages of Having Depression
Author: Humans Are Weird
Depression isn’t a thing that people ever yearn for, or wish to acquire.
Those who experience this malevolent juggernaut of a psychosis don’t have “depression appreciation” days. We don’t congregate in throngs to throw our sad hands up in the air and praise depression’s forlorn overlord.
Nope. Depression’s the sort of thing that people usually despise. It’s an emotion, a train of thought, a feeling – a self-destructive entity living inside of us – that we, the Depressos, wish would leave us alone, and never return.
It’s abusive. It makes us hurt. It makes us cry. It tells us that we’re worthless. It smells funny. And ultimately, its happiness is contingent on our misery.
But today, I thought I’d do something a little bit different. Instead of poo-pooing depression, and all that it encompasses, I thought I’d outline the benefits that live inside of depression’s hapless…
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