Poond Mijn Snitch

The Free Theatre - presents Henry IV

ahh. weird. 

This is about how much I eat muffins. 

I come here to look at other people’s stuff.

If you want to know what I’m actually up to, twitter is where it’s at.

@bowmaster

omchomsky:

facesmeannothingtome:

word.

In the days of Antiquity, Bathroom walls were considered viable public forums.  This was for you, Kate.

melmoththewanderer:

“Another, that while we sleep here, we are awake somewhere else, so that every man is in fact two men.” - Borges.

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kittywampus:

This is one of my favorite things on the internet.

It’s old I know, but if I ever found this image as a poster I would buy it in a heart-beat

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BANANA BABIES

There were never any pictures of my mom pregnant. So I asked her about it. She just stuttered something about how she didn’t want any pictures of her looking like a bloated walrus for all the world to see but I knew that wasn’t true.

So I asked the little man that lives inside my dreams and he gave me a clue:

Most people aren’t born in bananas

They come from hospitals, homes and cabanas

WHoah. Is it possible to be born inside of a banana? So I went on the Webbernet and looked up any cases I could find and I found some unusual laws that were passed around the same time as my birth having to do with fruit pickery and handling. I think the law went something like this:

Orchards must check for the signs

Of babies that grow on green vines

I could not believe this for the longest time but then I asked Uncle Steve, who is a banana farmer. Actually he’s pretty much the king of banana farming and he told me a secret. He told me: “I WAS THE ONE WHO PICKED YOU. And I knew your parents were the right people for such ha special job.” So it might seem unlikely at first,

But out of an unripe banana I came

And now never will Dole be the same