cookiepuss:hotg0ssip: (via thelovelybones)
luckily, I will live forever.
I want this story made into a movie immediately. Bob Rorhman is a Chicagoland car dealership kingpin with a comically dented face.
“My wife’s meretricious affair with the doctor came as a great surprise to me and I have no doubt it was initiated and facilitated by Dr. Bittar,” said Rohrman in a news release from his attorney, Enrico Mirabelli. “It is with much regret that I was forced to exert my legal rights against the doctor, but his pursuit of my wife and alienation of her affection for me was more than I would tolerate.”
I like Woody Harrelson as the sleazy plastic surgeon. Maybe Paul Giamatti as the cuckholded car dealer.
there’s only one Bob Rohrman!
If I Were a Millionaire, Part 1 - One of the first things I would do is to buy one of these things (The Solvin Bretzel by gilles ebersolt) and camp out on the top of forests.
(via) These canopy rafts are essentially enormous nets attached to an inflatable frame and are dropped onto trees from airships, resulting in a viewing platform like no other which can also be used as a base from which to hang using climbing gear. Researchers can spend days at a time on the raft (hence the tent), and due to its extremely light weight, the trees are left unharmed.
this is probably second only to this, in terms of “things I would not do”.
how very Capulet of us.
(if anyone famous died today, 6/26/09 … we might not find out about it for months)
While I was waiting to get my haircut, I wandered around the alley out back and found Don, this homeless guy crying by the el tracks. I cautiously approached him and asked him what was wrong and he told me that someone important to him died yesterday.
At first I had no idea what he was talking about until he showed me the newspaper he was carrying. RIP Michael Jackson.
yeah, no shit.
this is basically going to be a three-hour tribute show, and … maybe we’ll hand out some awards.
