I belong in Philly. I would KILL for a decent cheesesteak right now.Well when you go.. don’t go there… Go to Tony Luke’s.
To be fair, Geno’s was totally delicious last night at 3 am.
(via itsalwayssunny)
“Now let’s talk about the mail. Can we talk about the mail, please Mac? I’ve been dying to talk about the mail with you all day, okay? “Pepe Silvia,” this name keeps coming up over and over again. Every day Pepe’s mail is getting sent back to me. Pepe Silvia, Pepe Silvia. I look in the mail, and this whole box is Pepe Silvia! So I say to myself, “I gotta find this guy!” I gotta go up to his office and put his mail in the guy’s goddamn hands! Otherwise, he’s never going to get it and he’s going to keep coming back down here. So I go up to Pepe’s office and what do I find out, Mac? What do I find out?! There is no Pepe Silvia. The man does not exist, okay? So I decide, “Oh shit buddy, I gotta dig a little deeper.” There’s no Pepe Silvia? You gotta be kidding me! I got boxes full of Pepe! Alright. So I start marchin’ my way down to Carol in HR and I knock on her door and I say, “Carol! Carol! I gotta talk to you about Pepe.” And when I open the door what do I find? There’s not a single goddamn desk in that office! There…is…no…Carol in HR. Mac, half the employees in this building have been made up. This office is a goddamn Ghost Town.”
kayrutledge:sylvysparrow:No Doubt - Bathwater
elloirs:boysintheband:fuckyeahrocknroll:
The Libertines / Time For Heroes
xyzprincess:finallyseeing:(via icanread)
Um, aren’t ships in harbors unsafe? Isn’t that why they take them out to sea during storms? Shouldn’t it be something like “Ships in harbours get slamed into docks and get thousands of dollars of uninsured damages?”
Stephen Moyer of HBO’s True Blood has some words for Twilight’s Robert Pattinson in the latest issue of Marie Claire (Via Celebuzz): “He’s a pussy! He’s the Slim-Fast, Diet Coke of vampires.” As someone who has seen both Twilight and True Blood, I’m going to have use my Solomon-esque wisdom and side with whichever one features Anna Paquin all kinds of naked every week. But, hey, if you prefer pale, emo dry-humping, that’s between you and your psychiatrist because you wrote a poem about stabbing your dog again in English class. “To each his own” is what I’m trying to say here. (via The Superficial - Because You’re Ugly)
