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eatsleepdraw: left: actual picture right: colored pencil...

Thu, 22 Jan 2009 16:07:06 -0800

eatsleepdraw:

left: actual picture

right: colored pencil drawing

eatsleepdraw: rabbit smith & birdie brown

Thu, 22 Jan 2009 07:41:46 -0800

eatsleepdraw:

rabbit smith & birdie brown

(via eatsleepdraw) SCRILLER

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 23:35:59 -0800

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SCRILLER

sunlit-skies: kanamit: jeffrey brown =/

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 23:32:11 -0800

sunlit-skies:

kanamit:

jeffrey brown

(via aeropuertos) ahhhhahahahahaha

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 10:07:15 -0800

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ahhhhahahahahaha

scrilla: danhacker: thebrewerpatriot: lfarm: patrickmoberg:...

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 09:40:07 -0800

scrilla:

danhacker:

thebrewerpatriot:

lfarm: patrickmoberg: Today is a big day.

(via krisseedanger) AMEN SISTER!

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 00:42:00 -0800

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AMEN SISTER!

eatsleepdraw: Lunch Bag Art ARRRRGHHHHH THATS MY GIRL RITE DER!

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 00:39:31 -0800

eatsleepdraw:

Lunch Bag Art

ARRRRGHHHHH THATS MY GIRL RITE DER!

Daddy's Rules for Dating (LMAO)

Sun, 02 Nov 2008 22:51:30 -0800

randomology-is-the-word:

skysignal:

Every father’s rules for the guy who is dating his daughter.

Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re surely not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a ‘Barrier method’ of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: ‘early.’

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing or holding hands. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.

NAME ____________________ DATE OF BIRTH ____________
HEIGHT ________ WEIGHT _________ IQ __________ GPA _________
SOCIAL SECURITY #______________ DRIVERS LICENSE #____________
BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES__________________________________
HOME ADDRESS___________________________________________
CITY/STATE ____________________________ ZIP______

Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No
Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No
If No, explain: ____________________________________________
__________________________________________________________

Number of years they have been married ____________________________

If less than your age, explain:
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________

ACCESSORIES SECTION:
A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No
B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No
C. A waterbed? __Yes __No
D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No
E. A tattoo? __Yes __No
F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No
pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring?

(IF YOU ANSWERED ‘YES’ TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)

ESSAY SECTION:
In 50 words or less, what does ‘LATE’ mean to you?
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does ‘DON’T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER’ mean to you?
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does ‘ABSTINENCE’ mean to you?
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________

REFERENCES SECTION:
Church you attend ___________________________________________________
How often you attend ________________________________________________
When would be the best time to interview your:
father? ____________
mother? ___________
pastor? ____________

SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:
Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers are confidential.

A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:
____________________________________________________________________
B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:
____________________________________________________________________
C: A woman’s place is in the:
____________________________________________________________________
D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:
____________________________________________________________________
E. What do you want to do IF you grow up?
____________________________________________________________________
F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:
____________________________________________________________________
G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________________

I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.

__________________________________________________________________
Applicant’s Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)

_______________________________ ________________________________
Mother’s Signature Father’s Signature

_______________________________ ________________________________
Pastor/Priest/ Rabbi State Representative/Congressman

Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow four to six years for processing.

You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (since you probably can’t, and it would cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentlemen wearing white ties carrying violin cases (you might want to watch your back).

(via Nicole.)

HAHAHAHA AWWW

Sun, 02 Nov 2008 01:36:48 -0700

HAHAHAHA

AWWW

priscilla this is what imma dress my baby up for halloween just...

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 09:07:34 -0700

priscilla this is what imma dress my baby up for halloween just for u

i wish i knew him. it would have been bomb beezy to smoke out...

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 06:24:20 -0700

i wish i knew him.

it would have been bomb beezy to smoke out and just pick his brain.

(via alanajoy) ahahahahahaa

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 06:22:20 -0700

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ahahahahahaa

krisseedanger: elclinto: plusjames: via

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:04:42 -0700

krisseedanger:

elclinto:

plusjames:

via

wait for peace

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 06:52:06 -0700

Wait for the sun; let it tan your soft skin.
Wait for the moon; let it deceive your eyes.
Wait for your lips to touch mine.
Sleep, drift into oblivion, let your soul diminish.

Listen to the wind call your name.
Can you hear it?
The breeze blows through your beautiful hair.
Reach for the stars my pretty child,
Let them touch your delicate hands.

The grass grazes your feet as you step closer,
To your deathbed.
For your life is a dream
And I am your conscience.

-Arturo Unzueta

i carry you in my heart

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 06:40:22 -0700

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                    i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-e.e. cummings

yeaaa im in a poetry kinda mood yo

eatsleepdraw: my blog - wastedlola.blogspot.com this screamed...

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 06:33:02 -0700

eatsleepdraw:

my blog - wastedlola.blogspot.com

this screamed to me jas0nnnnnn

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without..."

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 23:55:02 -0700

“

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

”

- Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda (via scrilla) (via jasonblogs)

i love him

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Tue, 28 Oct 2008 23:54:20 -0700

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sunlit-skies: (via PostSecrets at Facebook) =/

Mon, 27 Oct 2008 12:44:12 -0700

sunlit-skies:

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