I want to win something, I need enough points to do it, the first place person has 1,000 something, I have over 6,200 followers
Get it?
So, my understanding is, you click this link, and look at some stuff being sold, or maybe make an account, I’m not sure which, so I’d say both, they don’t send you emails other than if you message people, and when you create an account or list stuff
Okay? Here’s the link
http://www.armslist.com/?utm_source=c000031&utm_medium=plink&utm_campaign=p663703
If you want, you can reblog this, because yeah
Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail
Tossing away your last cigarette
Picture your finger pushing the doorbell
Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat
Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo
Picture the Casbah, picture Japan
Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger
Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan
Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws
Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores
Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains
Picture a leader with no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
Follow me filming myself at the show
On a phone from a seat in the very front row
Follow Miss Universe catching some rays
Wish You Were Here in Guantanamo Bay
Picture a seat on a private plane
Picture your feet nailed to the floor
Picture a crew who are clearly insane
Picture no windows, picture no doors
Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada
To follow the dream gets harder and harder
Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding
Picture her boiling the water for tea
Picture the kids climbing into the backseat
Picture my hand turning the key
Oh, picture that
Picture the dog in the pickup ahead
Picture the tree at the side of the road
Picture my hands growing steadily colder
Colder, colder
Colder, colder
Colder, colder
Colder, colder
Follow me down to a place by the river
Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver
Why so weedy, so fucking needy
There’s no such thing as being too greedy
Okay, so, I was bored, so I was doing accents, I can only do a few (a modern-southern drawl, a vague eastern european sort of thing similar to Polish mixed with Russian, a half assed chicano sort of thing, because Florida, and an okayish Australian accent)
Either way, I was doing the Australian one, like, wow, I can kinda do this, and it sounds convincingish, just occasionally I either say things with my American accent, or fuck up because I try to pronounce something too hard(?) And I started saying the lyrics to songs to try to get better at it
And then I started just saying my thoughts outloud in my fake accents, and I noticed something,
How the fuck do Australians say Bulgaria
Please tell me how Australians say Bulgaria
I will reward you with the most australian thing I can think of, a kangaroo with a mohawk
*sorry about the steriotypical joke at the end, had to, also, kangaroos were on your pennies for a while, so it’s not my fault.
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man
My father was a gambler down in Georgia
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin’ down highway forty-one
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man
I’m on my way to New Orleans this mornin’
I’m leavin’ out of Nashville, Tennessee
They’re always having a good time down on the bayou
Lord, them Delta women think the world of me
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
I’ll try to post some today, sorry, sprint kind of sucks, I barely get connection at my own house, and my broadband is out at my house, and I’m lazy and keep putting it off, and I think that’s all of my excuses
Voldemort and Harry start fighting
Harry drops his wand
Voldemort is like eh FUCK YOU MUAHAHAHA
AND THEN HARRY PULLS OUT A GLOCK
Boom. That’s what we call conflict resolution.
Alright, before I get started, I want you to read the whole thing, it’s not going to be crazy long, but, it’s gonna be a little, idk, 2017 clicé? It’s covering a topic that I have been seeing around Ybor, and that’s what I’m going to cover, this is going to be a ramble, but a meaningful ramble, just an FYI
I’ll try to keep stuff where I’m adressing people gender neutral like always, but I’m still going to say dude, and if you don’t like that, SUCK IT UP IT’S 4 LETTERS
(Revision: I said dude, like, once, in all of this (there’s no down arrow so pretend there’s one))
Quick note incase you’re seeing this as a reblog, I post yiff, and some people really dislike furry porn (which is called yiff) so I wouldn’t suggest scrolling through my blog if you decide to message me, also I’ve uploaded dick pics before, so if you don’t want to see those, repeat the above steps.
So, as many of you know I’m straight, so I’m asking for anyone, straight, or from any part of the LGBTQ+ spectrum (get it, spectrum, sorry) to answer, because it’s legitimately bothering me a little bit
The LGBT (I’m cutting then name short because it’s 4:11, and I figured typing a little less would get me to bed a little sooner, even if it’s 2 very representative characters, that I just used 6 lines to explain why I’m keeping it short) flag is traditionally red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple (because people go PURPLE instead of indigo and violet, ROY G. BIV MY DUDES.)
Recently, a new flag has been going around, and around my town, you don’t really see the flag, unless I drive southeast about 10 ot so miles to Ybor, but ybor has a large and awesome LGBT community. I was going to type something here, but I forget what it was, so I’ll get back on to my point
The supposed new LGBT flag is black, brown, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple (I’ll just start calling it the BBROYGBP flag, because that’s easier)
The BBro you get it, we’ll keep it even shorter, is also supposed to represent people of different races and ethnicities inside and outside of the LGBT spectrum, as, from what I understand, the flag is supposed to represent everyone, even straight people, like a unity thing (though I prefer to see it as a LGBT only thing, because unifying with those who face the same social issues as you seems more imporant)
Adding black and brown is supposed to bring in race, but there are tons of races, I am white, but I have north african, syrian, and mediteranian on my great grandmother’s side, so that alone is, like, 4 different races, like 2 or 3 could be condensed into something as simple as black and brown (and also I’m white, I look very German, but with olive skin)
Doesn’t adding 2 more colors kind of, like, single people out?
Isn’t that a problem with an idol that’s supposed to unify people (yes, I believe the flag is an idol, because it serves as more than just some measly old flag, like a national flag to a patriot)
Seriously? Why would you want a flag, that is supposed to support unity, singling out specific skin colors?
If you have any reasonings that make more sense than what I’m saying let me know, because I’m really curious about that.
Wellll, I guess it’s 4:30 now, so my rant that has probrobly been going on for close to a half an hour is over, lET ME KNOW WHAT YOU ALL THINK
This blog is more of a means of storage, if I know the artist, I’ll start putting their name in the description
If you didn’t care
What happened to me
And I didn’t care for you
We would zig-zag our way
Through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain
Wondering which of the
Buggers to blame
And watching the pigs on the wing
*The other three songs*
You know that I care
What happens to you
And I know that you care
For me too
So I don’t feel alone
Or the weight of the stone
Now that I’ve found somewhere safe
To bury my bone
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing
These aren’t in order:
1. Brown Eyed Women, The Grateful Dead:
“Tumble down shack in Bigfoot county, snowed so hard the roof caved in, Delilah Jones went to meet her god, and the old man never was the same again”
2: I Was Only 19, Redgum
“Someone yelled out "Contact” and the bloke behind me swore, we hooked in there for hours, then a god almighty roar, and frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon, god help me, he was going home in june"
3: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, Gordon Lightfoot
-the whole song, 29 people drowned
4: Timothy, The Buoys
-Though not real, the song is about being in a cave in, and eating their friend Timothy, but it is a really up beat, but sad song
5: When the Tigers Broke Free, Pink Floyd
-the whole song is sad, it’s about Roger Waters’ father being killed in combat
I saw Alien Covenant with 3 friends, and had to explain the entire movie from the beginning
I couldn’t work at a pizza or burger joint, because in my free time, I’d probrobly risk getting fired to steal food out of a mixture of hunger, and boredom.
When you play gta so much you want to tuck and roll out of your car and hop on the orange motorcycle on the side of the road.
Sometimes I feel I’ve got to
Run away I’ve got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I’ve lost my light
For I toss and turn I can’t sleep at night
Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I’ll run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that’s not nearly all
Oh tainted love
Tainted love
Now I know I’ve got to
Run away I’ve got to
Get away
You don’t really want it any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you’ll think love is to pray
But I’m sorry I don’t pray that way
Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I’ll run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that’s not nearly all
Oh tainted love
Tainted love
Don’t touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I’m going to pack my things and go
Tainted love, tainted love
Tainted love, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love
Walkin’ in the park just the other day, baby
What do you what do you think I saw?
Crowds of people sittin’ on the grass with flowers in their hair said
Hey Boy do you want to score?
And you know how it is
I really don’t know what time it was oh, oh
So I asked them if I could stay awhile
I didn’t notice but it had got very dark and I was really
Really out of my mind.
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said
Please, hey, would we care to all get in line
Get in line
Well you know
They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun
Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, oh
Why don’t you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see
And baby, baby, baby, do you like it?
There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin’
Ah, not trying to fight it
You really don’t care if they’re coming oh, oh
I know that it’s all a state of mind, oh.
If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better
You better open your eyes
Folk down there really don’t care, really don’t care
Don’t care, really don’t
Which, which way the pressure lies
So I’ve decided what I’m gonna do now
So I’m packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
Where the spirits go now
Over the hills where the spirits fly, oh, I really don’t know
Me: Can I have the orange salsa
Them: It’s really hot
Me: How hot is really hot?
Them: 4 luchiadors
Me: How hot is that?
Them: 4 luchiadors.
Me: That works for me *wonders how hot a luchiador is*
I made a joke that describes me perfectly, I picked up a bag of cheetos and told a walmart employee that it’s god my name it, and pointed to wear it says “Flamin’ hot and cheesy”
Cameron: 1
Cheetos: more than 1 probrobly.
Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal
It was a long march from cadets
The sixth battalion was the next to tour and it was me who drew the card
We did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left
And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quay
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean
And there’s me in me slouch hat with me SLR and greens
God help me - I was only nineteen
From Vung Tau riding Chinooks to the dust at Nui Dat
I’d been in and out of choppers now for months
And we made our tents a home, V.B. and pinups on the lockers
And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can’t get to sleep?
And night time’s just a jungle dark and a barking M.16?
And what’s this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me - I was only nineteen
A four week operation, when each step can mean your last one on two legs
It was a war within yourself
But you wouldn’t let your mates down ‘til they had you dusted off
So you closed your eyes and thought about somethin’ else
And then someone yelled out “Contact”, and the bloke behind me swore
We hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roar
And Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon
God help me - he was goin’ home in June
And I can still see Frankie, drinkin' tinnies in the Grand Hotel
On a thirty-six hour rec. leave in Vung Tau
And I can still hear Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle
'Til the morphine came and killed the bloody row
And the Anzac legends didn’t mention mud and blood and tears
And the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real
I caught some pieces in my back that I didn’t even feel
God help me, I was only 19
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can’t get to sleep?
Any why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet?
And what’s this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me - I was only 19
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said’ “Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won’t you come to me.”
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.
1920 when he stepped to the bar, drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
1930 when the wall caved in, he made his way selling red-eyed gin.
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.
Delilah Jones was the mother of twins,
Two times over and the rest were sins.
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad,
Didn’t get the lickin’s that the other ones had.
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.
Tumble down shack in Big Foot county.
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
And the old man never was the same again.
Daddy made whiskey and he made it well.
Cost two dollars and it burned like hell.
I cut hickory just to fire the still,
Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill.
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down,
And it looks like the old man’s getting on.
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said’ “Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won’t you come to me.”
Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin’ down,