Source: nedhepburnPARTY FACT #1248: No matter what party you’re at this weekend, there is bound to be one guy who will have it remain the highlight of his life for, I don’t know, like, six years.
This is doubly true for every party you went to before you turned 25.
Source: 1914-1945Sergeant Stubby (1916 or 1917 – March 16, 1926), was the most decorated war dog of World War I and the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat.
oh shit
sergeant stubby
“the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat”
“the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat”
“the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat”
“the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat”
“the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat”
“the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat”
“the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat”
“the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat”
“the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat”
“the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat”
“the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat”
“the only dog to be promoted to sergeant through combat”
Source: nedhepburnSometimes I wonder if Lindsay Lohan is actually a brilliant performance artist in the manner of Cindy Sherman and that this is all a giant, all-encompassing, multilayered, decade long performance piece.
Source: nedhepburnPugsly turned to me, his eyes wide with a fear that I could not comprehend.
“I don’t know what to do without her,” he said, his blue blazer flapping ever so gently in the sea breeze, “I’m lost, dammit, lost without her.”
“There’s nothing we can do,” I said.
“Nothing? Nothing we can do? Do you just let life… fuck you like that? Do you just let it bend you over the hood of its metaphorical Camero and have its way with you? No. You don’t. You take life by the goddam horns and wrestle it to the ground. I’m not letting the kidnappers get away with her, goddamit. This is Janeane we are talking about. My Janeane. And I’ll kill any motherfucker that tries to hurt her. I have a gun, Charlie. A goddam .38 snub and I’m not afraid to shoot a man. Right after I have a nap in the living room for an hour and someone scratches my belly,” said Pugsly.He lit a cigarette and I watched him smoke it to the filter before we headed inside.
