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I love you guys so much that if I had some fireworks I’d totally film myself accidently blowing up my crotch for you.
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In the Hall of the Mountain King
Alla marcia e molto marcato - Piu vivo
(Peer Gynt Suite No. 1, Op. 46: IV.)
Edvard Grieg, composer

Sarah Palin brings us all together by preventing everyone from bitching about anything else

Q: What’s the downside to being a heavy sleeper while there’s a lockbox on your door?
A: You could get woken up by one realtor and a family of three prospective buyers walking in on you.

Here’s the funny part: You know how in certain uncomfortable situations that all we humans can seem to muster are awkward apologies? That was the only language the five of us spoke for the entire duration of our time together. I’m sorry! No, I’m sorry! No, don’t be sorry! I have no response other than to be sorry! Well, I’m sorry! WE’RE SORRY, LORD, KUM BA YAH!

I have to think this is going to affect their decision.

I’m never sleeping nude again, if I ever sleep again at all.

That last part was a fib.

America from West Side Story.

I wish real life was like this.

I think I accidently boxed up and shipped my iPhone earbuds and Flip video camcorder. This is most unfortunate.

Related: Has anyone seen a three-week old infant?

Rammstein — Amerika

I really love this. Wunderbar.