Hmmm. Instagram huh? (Taken with instagram)

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gallifreyanguru:

m00n-f3st1v4l-m4ss4cr3:

thedoctorsleftshoe:

a-petro-manifesto:

The wheel chair one though

All of these

oh my god

Woody no….

… Like a boss

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Sometimes it feels like I work with 30 of this lady, man baby boomers are stupid,  

clientsfromhell:

Me: “How can I help you today, ma’am?”

Client: “Is e-mail internet”?

Me: “I beg your pardon?”

Client: “Is e-mail on the internet? I have no internet, can I still read my e-mail?”

Me: “Well yes, you must be able to get online to view your e-mail.”

Client: “Oh, dear. I can’t see mye-mail.”

Me: “Well, let’s see. Can you open up Internet Explorer for me and tell me what you see?”

Client: “Open what?”

Me: “Your browser, can you open up your browser?”

Client: “My…my…?”

Me: “What you click on when you want to browse the internet?”

Client: “I don’t use anything, I just turn my computer on, and it’s there.”

Me: “Okay. Do you see the little blue ‘e’ icon on your desktop?”

Client: “You mean I have to start writing letters again?”

Me: “I’m…what, I’m sorry?”

Client: “I don’t have any pens at my desk. I just want my e-mail again.”

Me: “No, ma’am, your desktop, on your computer screen. Can you click on the little blue ‘e’ on your computer screen for me?”

Client: “Oh, this is too much work. I’m too upset. Just send me my e-mail. Can’t you send me my e-mail?”

Me: “We…okay, ma’am. Can you tell me what color the lights are on your router right now?”

Client: “My what?”

Me: “The little box with green or possibly a couple of red lights on it right now - it’s most likely near your computer?”

Client: “Lights and boxes, boxes and lights, just get my e-mail for me.

Me: “My test is showing that you should be able to get online right now. Can you tell me what you’re seeing on your computer screen?”

Client: “It’s been the same thing for the last two hours.”

Me: “An error message?”

Client: “No, just stars. It’s black and moving stars.”

Me: “…Do you see your mouse next to your keyboard?”

Client: “Yes.”

Me: “Move it for me.”

Client: “Move it?”

Me: “Yes. Move it.”

Client: “My e-mail!”

Usual I wouldn’t agree with any Charater Mel Gibson has played

I spent all this time thinking that I was on my tumblr. lol

This is TK btw. Sorry baby. LMAO

frankensteinweekend:

artschoolmo:

So much win.

 Gah, yes. There is nothing like seeing RHPS live. I wish I was 15 again. :3

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Personally I love Apnea

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victoriadonelda:

How to Interpret Blood Spatters

1) Angular - If the victim was on the move, drops hit at an angle. The more oblique the impact, the longer the drop’s tail. The head points in the direction the person was traveling.

2) High Velocity- Misty, diffuse spatter is created by external force greater than 100 feet per second — which usually means a gunshot, an explosion, or (seriously) a sneeze.

3) Hair Impact - A traumatic impact between head and surface tends to leave a stain with feathered edges, like someone squished a loaded paintbrush against the wall.

4)   Hair Swipe - If the smear fades out in one direction, the head was likely bloody before contact. The lightest edge of the swipe points in the direction the head was traveling.

5) Fabric Swipe- More fluid than hair swipes, these stains sometimes display the imprint of the bloodied clothing. T-shirt weaves are often the easiest patterns to decipher.

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welp

I thought of Mel and A-lee-uh. x3

Did Dexter write this?

I would have guessed NNY or something

Did you know her and Mr. Pink were related?

chickswithstevebuscemeyes:

Ke$ha with Steve Buscemeyes.

Thanks to hayleystuff.tumblr.com, shesjustawhore.tumblr.com and filthyocean.tumblr.com for the suggestion.

blksheepwithneonlights:

zombiesiren:

vic-dc:

PLAY MARIO

No fuckin way

absolutely fucking genius.

Haha sweet deal.

>.< yess

 OMG thank you. THANK YOU FUCKING BABY JIMMY IN YOU LITTLE MANGER FILLED WITH NEON AND GLITTER. Life rocks

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