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Goldie thinks that storybook was very Kafka-esque.
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R.I.P. George
Source: Spotify
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If the underdog was on top he would probably be just as rotten as the upper dog, but in the meantime I am for him. He needs friends a damn sight more than the other fellow.
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We need this.
Posted on April 16, 2013 with 1 note ()
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The citation letter my grandfather received, acknowledging his presence and actions during the attack on Pearl Harbor. He was a civilian master sheet metal worker. He assisted in rescuing survivors out of sinking ships. He then returned to the mainland to say goodbye to his family and joined the army. He carried this in his wallet until the day he died.
Posted on December 8, 2012 via RISEN - APES with 9 notes ()
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I ain’t never heard of the French celebrating Waterloo,” he told The Associated Press. “I ain’t never heard of the Germans celebrating the invasion of Normandy, or … the bombing and destruction of Berlin. I ain’t never heard of the Spanish celebrating the destruction of the Armada.
James Meredith continuing to be a badass, commenting on why he won’t participate in the events commemorating the 50th anniversary of his integrating Ole Miss. -
As long as I live under the capitalistic system, I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people. But I will be damned if I propose to be at the beck and call of every itinerant scoundrel who has two cents to invest in a postage stamp.
This, sir, is my resignation.
William Faulker’s final act as the postmaster of Ole Miss Letters of NotePosted on September 26, 2012 with 5 notes ()
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Quarantining a beer inside an oak cask steeped with generations of scotch is like sending a kid to space camp for the summer. Sucker’ll come back filled with some big thoughts to share.
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I hate living in the barracks. Two nights ago I had to bitch out my brand-new private roommate and his friends for being idiots, generally, and stealing my beer, specifically. While this is annoying the worst part is I want a dog again. Badly.
This picture is the last one taken of King and I together. It was the morning I left for the Army. You can tell by his demeanor that he knew, somehow. After I graduated basic training my parents told me he had died. I cried hard. He was the best dog you could possibly have and I think about him all the time. I need another Presa Canario.
Posted on July 30, 2012 with 1 note ()
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I laughed. via DicE Magazine
up front there oughta be a man in black.
