Perspective. Maybe a knee-deep flood wasn’t such a big deal after all. Beaming positive energy towards Oklahoma. Maybe I should beam some dollars, too.

I guess I love these. I hear strains of harp music when I look at the bag.

buzzfeed:

You can change the direction this train is moving just by thinking about it.

I’m making it shake back and forth until everyone inside pukes.

llamammama:

Also, I’m just going to leave this here because of reasons. Going to look for the beauty in my day now. Bye.

It’s there. You just have to look harder sometimes.

Weird science.

Missed the bus so I have to wait for the next one. Losing an hour of sweetie time! Blerg!

Me too!  Heck, I want my funeral to be a party. I even hope anyone who might be glad I’m dead has a great time at it, too. I want to check out grudge-free.

NASCAR community mourns death of Dick Trickle

This is very sad. But I have to be honest, I’d never make it through his funeral without snorting at least once when someone said his name. But then, I’m just another Dick.

…unless it’s coming out of a lawyer’s mouth.

an old favorite.

Sniglet

Krofftaphobia: The fear of anything done by Sid and Marty Krofft, especially from the 1970’s.

make-you-say-wow:

Kind of like a cadbury egg, except it kills you

want more pics?

reb-ellious:

Cadbury Eggs kill you, too.  …just a lot slower and more pleasurably. :)

…unless you’re a cat.  Might wanna stick with fear of the unknown, then.

If the road to hell is paved with Why Not’s, then the road to heaven is paved with What If’s.