gamespite:

grimelords:

algopop:

Bots - talking amongst themselves - via

A twitter conversation between two bots (@oliviataters and @notkeithcalder) was picked up and intercepted by the Bank of America bot account. This is twitter bot culture sans humans. 

we did it

Like so much of speculative sci-fi, Skynet’s self-awareness turned out to be terribly disappointing in real life.

muppetmindset:

Revisiting the Muppet movies before Muppets Most Wanted 

4/8 - The Muppet Christmas Carol (1992)

"It’s in the singing of a street corner choir; it’s going home and getting warm by the fire. It’s true wherever you find love it feels like Christmas."

I can’t wait for Christmas.

nurmengardx:

nerdjpg:

northgang:

…the future of pizza (X)

none pizza left beef

ya’ll wrong: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9U2ekOVL5Q

somethingruthless:

hello brand new followers

welcome

dion-thesocialist:

rakshar:

dion-thesocialist:

I apologize to everyone whose grammar I ever corrected before I learned not to be a tool.

your forgiven.

You’re… really sweet to do that. Thanks.

fookyeahconradveidt:

bunnyfood:

(via annysadventuresinwonderland)

If only the man had been a winger for the Maple Leafs, this would have been officially the Most Canadian Post Evar.

I thought in Canada it was Tim Hourtons?

fookyeahconradveidt:

bunnyfood:

(via annysadventuresinwonderland)

If only the man had been a winger for the Maple Leafs, this would have been officially the Most Canadian Post Evar.

I thought in Canada it was Tim Hourtons?

haveimadeit:

You have heard the tolling of 11 strokes.
This is to remind us that with Elks, the hour of 11 has a tender significance.
Wherever Elks may roam, whatever their lot in life may be, when this hour falls upon the dial of night, the great heart of Elkdom swells and throbs.
It is the golden hour of recollection, the homecoming of those who wander, the mystic roll call of those who will come no more.
Living or dead, Elks are never forgotten, never forsaken.
Morning and noon may pass them by, the light of day sink heedlessly in the West, but ere the shadows of midnight shall fall, the chimes of memory will be pealing forth the friendly message,
"To our absent members."

haveimadeit:

Has anybody seen my fucks? Am I out? Is it possible that I gave all my fucks away? Could it be that I don’t have a single fuck to give?

rockhalllibrary:

Happy Birthday Nils Lofgren!

Nils Hilmer Lofgren, was born June 21, 1951, in Chicago, and has had a multi-decade career as both a solo artist and members of both Crazy Horse and the E Street Band. Learn more about this 2014 inductee at the Library and Archives.

Video: Lofgren performs the Goffin/King song “Goin’ Back” on The Old Grey Whistle Test in 1976.

officialunitedstates:

"What does the chef recommend?"

"Sir, this is a mcdonalds"

"That wasn’t my question. WHAT. DOES. THE. CHEF. RECOMMEND? SIR!"

d0gbl0g:

Sent by God


woke up to find my god* like this

d0gbl0g:

Sent by God

woke up to find my god* like this

haveimadeit:

You have heard the tolling of 11 strokes.
This is to remind us that with Elks, the hour of 11 has a tender significance.
Wherever Elks may roam, whatever their lot in life may be, when this hour falls upon the dial of night, the great heart of Elkdom swells and throbs.
It is the golden hour of recollection, the homecoming of those who wander, the mystic roll call of those who will come no more.
Living or dead, Elks are never forgotten, never forsaken.
Morning and noon may pass them by, the light of day sink heedlessly in the West, but ere the shadows of midnight shall fall, the chimes of memory will be pealing forth the friendly message,
"To our absent members."