I have a female puppy.
So why is she trying to mount my leg?
That is 491 pies (over$4,400) at work that are going to be thrown away because they’re close to an arbitrary expiration date. Why do they even make that many?
I’ve been giggling at my desk for twenty minutes about this. I’d give anything to dress as a hamster and roll around in a ball on a canal in Amsterdam. That’s just about a combination of all my ambitions put into one silly package.
so awesome
Ever since I first saw a hamster ball, I’ve wanted one of my own.
Adidas Imperial Stormtropper sneakers. You know, so you can run faster when random people start chasing you down the street. To beat the crap out of you. Or ask where did you buy them. It can go either way.
via gizmodo
1 oz Jack Daniel’s® Tennessee whiskey
1 oz peach schnapps
4 - 6 oz orange juice
1 splash Blue Curacao liqueurShake the orange juice, the Jack and the peach schnapps in a shaker 3/4 full with ice cubes. When it’s chilled, strain into the highball glass and drizzle some of the blue Curacao liqueur over the top of it. Add a citrus twist (and, bizarrely, an olive if you’re a DNA purist), sit back and be prepared to have your brain smashed out by gold bricks, lemons and allsorts.
Served at Zaphod Beeblebrox in Ottawa.
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DUSTIN!!
In one of its less-reported actions last week, Nasa’s LCROSS lunar mission last week gave Douglas Adams’s Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy the extra-planetary exposure it has always deserved. A Twitter feed from the satellite sent crashing onto the moon’s surface on Friday channelled the voice of an improbably created sperm whale that discovers itself hurtling towards a different outer-space collision in Adams’s much-loved story.
Published 30 years ago, the classic novel features two missiles, aimed at Zaphod Beeblebrox’s spaceship the Heart of Gold, turned into a whale and a bowl of petunias by the vessel’s Improbability Drive (at an Improbability Factor of 8,767,128 against). The whale spends the last few minutes of its life pondering its existence - “Ahhh! Woooh! What’s happening? Who am I? Why am I here? What’s my purpose in life? What do I mean by who am I?” - before it crashes into the surface of the planet Magrathea.
As Nasa’s LCROSS spacecraft travelled towards the moon at more than 9,000 kilometres per hour on Friday afternoon, it tweeted in the whale’s words: “And what’s this thing coming toward me very fast? So big and flat and round … it needs a big wide sounding name like ‘Ow’, ‘Ownge’, ‘Round’, ‘Ground’! … That’s it! Ground! Ha! I wonder if it’ll be friends with me?”
Then it crashed into the moon, unfortunately failing to produce the 10km plume of dust and rock which could have been scanned for evidence of frozen water. Nasa made no mention of Adams’s bowl of petunias, which thought only “Oh no, not again” as it tumbled towards Magrathea.
(source) (via fuckyeahdouglasadams)when I find someone new and interesting to follow and they post CONSTANTLY. I’m sure it’s somewhere around 40 times a day. I can’t see anyone else on my dashboard.
Also, where do they get the time for that? Are they jobless? Ignoring class?
Unfollow.
Sanity returns.