buzzfeed:

michaelhayes:

gifhound:

Giant black bear spotted walking around the suburbs of Los Angeles today. One local man nearly had a miserable run in with the bear while texting.

(Via Boing Boing // KTLA)

This was the best laugh of my morning..seeing this guy get scared shitless walking out of his house this morning in La Cresenta. Priiiceless. :) 

miss piggy

lifeasleroy:

miss piggy was a slut.

I don’t know if it was the bud cupcakes I ate before this episode, or the fact that this dude is just plain hilarious…but this skit almost made me pee my pants. Fuggin funny!

I don’t know if it was the bud cupcakes I ate before this episode, or the fact that this dude is just plain hilarious…but this skit almost made me pee my pants. Fuggin funny!

20. Funny

Being 20 is fucked up. I dig it so far. 

Since my transition from teen life, I’ve started going to school full time, and landed a job at a local Starbucks. Life is sweet; getting up early and partying all night. The lives of my friends are so intriquately intwinted in my own, and the feeling of belonging in this city comes so effortlessly. Its like I’m finally filling in the pieces to who I am, and who I want to be. Sure, I wouldn’t mind partying and living easy in Los Angeles forever, but its nice to know that this is not the end. This is only the beginning. Life is getting confusing, but its well worth the befuddlement. I’ve become a gym rat, and it seems like the only down time I have is filled helping friends, and helping my dad. The last part has been the most rewarding time waster I can ever remember. I actually feel emotional thinking about what I would do without him. 

I think loving your parents is something that really grows with age. As a young child, you see these people everyday (well some of us do at least). They are just a constant, and someone we don’t ever imagine not having. The transition into becoming ourselves, and from pre-teen selfishness and beyond, we somehow manage to ignore these people. We turn them into people that we voice our anger and frustration towards. We don’t expect anything but for them to love us anyway, and they do. It’s so comforting to me that my mother never once thought a bad thought about me, ever. Even I think bad thoughts about me sometimes. This woman is a saint. Same for my father of course. The path has been rocky, but well rewarding. Now that I’m aging: looking back at being an awkward child, a misfit goofball, a troubled teen, a drunk and a loud mouth etc., I feel happy knowing that my parents are awesome people.

And if they were my age at this exact moment.. they would be together, happy, and in love. And i would be a wee lil baby. 

Meow. 

jtotheizzoe:

catscientists:

In order to use the litterbox, you must first create the universe. 


Internet, you may take a bow.

🐱meoww.

jtotheizzoe:

catscientists:

In order to use the litterbox, you must first create the universe. 

Internet, you may take a bow.

🐱meoww.

This show!

Huntington beach sunset

Huntington beach sunset