tumblr4men:

Submitted by mcnerd
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tumblr4men:

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rosalarian:

yourplantsaredead:

naturewildchild

Lesbian mermaid, lookin’ up your skirts while you ice skate.

rosalarian:

yourplantsaredead:

naturewildchild

Lesbian mermaid, lookin’ up your skirts while you ice skate.


rosalarian:

itswalky:

Anyway, enough porn.  Back to GENDER ISSUES.

Yay gender issues!

rosalarian:

itswalky:

Anyway, enough porn.  Back to GENDER ISSUES.

Yay gender issues!


qichi:

stalinistqueens:

It’s too cute, I can’t look at it for very long. ;;

AAH BABIES


edearlofsandwich:

Cuddle Bunn…Errr Reindeer

edearlofsandwich:

Cuddle Bunn…Errr Reindeer


corgiaddict:

Happy Sundog everyone!

corgiaddict:

Happy Sundog everyone!


ogmuscles:

cheerio-and-tasso:

corgiaddict:

Tasso naping with his favorite toy

TASSO IS INTERNETS FAMOUS ;) 

i miss this little monster

ogmuscles:

cheerio-and-tasso:

corgiaddict:

Tasso naping with his favorite toy

TASSO IS INTERNETS FAMOUS ;) 

i miss this little monster


cuteboyswithcats:

a very young steve martin with a kitten
-adaywithdavies

cuteboyswithcats:

a very young steve martin with a kitten

-adaywithdavies


tomsthings:

“Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert… Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music… All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.” 
- Hunter S. Thompson

tomsthings:

“Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert… Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music… All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.” 

- Hunter S. Thompson