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Hi, I'm Danger Guerrero. I do not understand tumblr.

globochem:

Can’t beliebe this happened on Breaking Bad. Whoops, sorry, spoiler alert. 

<3 <3 <3

Here is a picture I drew of a very cool turtle riding his skateboard at the beach.

Here is a picture I drew of a very cool turtle riding his skateboard at the beach.

Still one of the best comedy sketches ever.

irememberasong:

This is one of the most beautiful images I have ever seen.
Comedy Bang Bang meets Phantom of the Opera?
I didn’t know I wanted this.

Super very excited about this.

irememberasong:

This is one of the most beautiful images I have ever seen.

Comedy Bang Bang meets Phantom of the Opera?

I didn’t know I wanted this.

Super very excited about this.

(via popculturebrain)

Break, Enter, Explore

Just finished this GQ article from March about urban exploring. Really fun read.

When we came out dripping from the underworld, a double-decker bus rolled past, but the driver paid no attention to our extremely conspicuous group emerging from a manhole at 2 a.m. We circled around the city again, Garrett restless, looking for something. He spied a ten-story construction site surrounded by chain-link and scaffolding. There was a small gap in the fence, just big enough to slip through. Garrett hauled himself effortlessly through to the scaffold. Wary of security guards and CCTV cameras, I followed as silently and elegantly as a bear clambering into a Dumpster. We made our way up an internal stairwell to the roof and onto the ladder of a massive construction crane. Finally we were sitting right next to the control cabin 150 feet up, feet dangled over the void, London glittering to the horizon. Garrett pointed out landmarks, famous and less so: Big Ben, the Eye, the Shard, St. Paul’s Cathedral, the Gherkin, the Walkie-Talkie, King’s Reach Tower. The names sounded like constellations or rock-climbing routes. In fact, he had summited most of them.

So if you need to kill some time before kickoff today, there you go.

Anonymous asked: Given your pseudonym and all the great work that has been done under it (i.e. breakdowns of music videos, Franklin and Bash, SBTB, 90s movies), how will you explain what you've been doing for the past few years to potential employers? This is assuming you don't have a "real" job and are 100% earning a living as DG. Please provide a narrative of the real you and a potential employer reviewing the last few years of your life in an interview.

Potential Employer: So, I notice a hole in your resume for a few years after you finished law school…

Me: Yes. I was in a coma.

END SCENE

Anonymous asked: Im in chile and there's a drink here where you take bad beer, put lemon and spicy pepper flakes, and salt and more spicy pepper flakes on the rim. Its great!

Shoutout to resourceful Chilean bartenders.

Anonymous asked: Quick Question: There is a gold heart-shaped keychain with "Miss New Booty" hand-stamped on it. This is a good wedding gift, yes?

Ummmm, I think you mean MRS. New Booty.

FYI: Air Bud’s children, who can talk and have been to space, have super powers now.

Proceed accordingly.

We few. We happy few.

yourmandevine:

My friend Katie sent me this tonight:

Yes, I definitely do. That’s because on the afternoon of Aug. 26, 2011, I was starting to hear from family members and friends that they wouldn’t be coming to my wedding.

There was only so much we could do when it became clear that Hurricane Irene was a really, really big deal, and that it would be sweeping up the East Coast and into the New York/New Jersey area on the 27th — which was, of course, the day toward which we’d worked and planned for the better part of the previous year. Everything was booked, the contracts set, the non-refundable deposits shelled out. Our immediate families had already started making their way to N.Y. for the rehearsal dinner. The venue was going to stay open barring an evacuation call by local authorities; the officiant and caterers were still in, too.

We knew for sure that our wedding was going to happen, but we also knew that it was going to be a very different day than the one we’d planned. The only question, then, was how many of the 150 or so* RSVP-ed guests would actually wind up making it**.

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