I have no idea what this is…but it made me laugh

theshipthatflew:

illustrationisart: Paul Durand (1925-1977): Le train du Père Noël (“Santa’s Train”) written by Guy des Cars published by Flammarion in 1969.

Cowboy Otis Redding?! Now I’ve seen everything!

Hmmmm…

SWM. Fun loving guy and a self starter. I’m looking for someone who is adventurous and takes life by the horns, or would allow me to keep their toenail clippings without asking any follow-up questions. I’m looking for true love, companionship, or just one enchanted evening together (I can assure you I have almost no interest in making a flesh suit out of your skin and walking around your apartment in a pair of panties doing Carrie Bradshaw monologues). Let me make you apart of my magical world and show mother that I’m not a filthy beast. I’LL SHOW YOU MOTHER!!!! LOL!!!!

- Dana “Bradshaw” Puffington

I’m sick and tired of seeing ‘Happy Holidays’ while shopping for presents. It’s Merry Christmas, not happy holidays. I mean, if local retailers won’t validate my religious convictions, then who or what will?

“Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions–everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses.”

-Juvenal (circa 100 A.D.)

Karl Friedrich Schinkel - Medieval Town by Water

Her hair was jet black and her name was Bodine. Thought she was the cream of the Basin Street Queens. She got tired of that smoky-wine dream. She began to feel lonesome on’ry and mean. We got together and we cashed in our sweeps, gave unto the beggar who was mumblin’ through the streets “There’s no escaping from this snowy white dream of being on’ry and lonesome, on’ry and mean.”