Accel World Batman!

Why, world? Why?!

No more, please. Can't...just can't.

Drunken backwards belly bumps with Guylaysian taco tails.

Upside-down crayfish-topped doggie snappers with eighth-wonder-of-the-world yam hammers.

Thank you, Internet, thank you.

We will never have nice things.

Step Up 13 lead male in the making.

The Love Queue - new serial posting on Jezebel.

No words, Trevor.

Has anybody ever had the Galley boy at Swenson's?

WIN.

MARMADUKE.

WALTER WHITE RETURNETH.

Sweetness. Gotta play.

Holy fucking Ahole shitballs.

One of my HS spanish teachers got pranked by a few kids once during class. The verb of the day was "Venir," which means "to come." One of the aforementioned teens decided to go for it and proceeded to ask her to re-define the word, even after she had thoroughly explained all the conjugation rules.

His brother, Dave, thinks this is him being normal, even slightly artistic. For he knows - oh, he KNOWS - when James is off-kelter.

One midsummer's Friday eve, my perpetual bro in crime scored us some on-point brownies to pass the weekend in a haze. Somehow or other, my piece was laced with super fungi or other on top of the already potent as all fuck greenery.