This is my favorite sign in my morning commute. The loopy script typography recalls something delightful and kitschy in me everytime. The juxtaposition of the upscale “Beverly Hills” text and the irony that this sign exists on the grimey Los Angeles St. Downtown, amid cheap electronic appliances and Italian knock off suits, does something fuzzy to me. Every morning I wake up and there it is ready to greet my day, classic hoisery in an age of imitation. The rollup door is always closed and I never get the sense that there is a showroom for such wares, but some how its still the most inviting sign in a three block radius.
The first one… (Taken with Instagram at The Meat Locker)
Currently having the best Friday ever.. #sixflagsmagicmountain (Taken with Instagram at Goliath)
The inevitable gif version of that video currently bringing people to tears.
Today the internet gave me this. And I am better off for it. Thank you Internets
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Overkill bro
0.00 to 0.08; Magic Drunk in a Matter of Seconds -
Liqour based whippets?
Rave culture is killing...the dolphins? -
They’re smarter than they look.
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Whoever can guess what product this great wall’s worth of shelf-space at the supermarket is dedicated to wins a goofy English t-shirt (I recently acquired two gems: ROOT CANAL!!! and “please don’t you ever judge me I am a judge”) plus many more to come…
Is it meat in a box? I bet it’s meat in a box.
Either that or Baby Suppressant.
Are those 100 flavors of pabst?
Hair dye.
Toliet paper. Pink icon above.
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That first and foremost most important lesson in computing, ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS have a full image backup of your shit and get insurance on harddrives at purchase.
Yo dog, I heard you like dogs…
St. Andrew massiv. #traphousemurda (Taken with Instagram at Low End Theory)