Nixta Rolls

I suppose there’s one upside to the Indian Ocean pirates…

Lately, every time Kenyan fishermen go out at sea in the Indian Ocean, they bring back at least 200 kilos more than normal. Since Somali pirates started operating in the Indian Ocean in 2007, industrial fishing boats are avoiding the zone, apparently leaving more to local fishermen.

Scenes from Kenya - The Big Picture - Boston.com

phronk:

palahniukandchocolate:

thosefourrightchords:cbrookstyle:via

A Map of the Human Body - Underskin

Record grooves

Palin ‘should be seen as disease’

Well, she should.

So this is what happened to Tom Green. I had been wondering.

phronk:

Tom Green Owns Xzibit in Freestyle Battle

uncertaintimes

uncertaintimes:

7 days, no smokes, not even a puff.

Day 3 was rough, today was a bit cranky.

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For simply personal reasons, this song is the world I want to live in. Note, I do not know nor care what the lyrics mean, but I think it’s something about pastries…

#IDontWantToGrowUp

phronk:

Via: obscureallure:

(via thingssheloves)

rufus:

daveholmes:

So here are some things that happened this afternoon that I am not lying about:

Ben came in from getting the mail and said, “There’s a giant tortoise loose outside.”

“Oh. Okay. What?”

“There’s a giant tortoise loose outside. Come look.”

I went and looked. There was a giant tortoise loose outside. He was walking through the yard across the street, and going pretty fast. There were four other neighbors standing around watching, two of whom had been following him since he walked through their their own yard three blocks away. Nobody knew what to do. So we all stood and watched for a while longer.

“Is he a pet?” “Do we call animal control?” “Can we pick him up, or will he bite?” There were a lot of questions, and nobody had answers.

People started to slow down as they drove past, and a few took pictures. We asked everyone, “Is this your giant tortoise?” After the third one, when they said no, I started adding, “Would you like a giant tortoise?” No takers.

A woman in a housecoat walked over. We asked: “Is this your tortoise?” She said: “No. Mine’s in the backyard. But it might be my son’s.” She walked over to him, checked his shell for markings, and said: “No. He don’t look like Torty.”

TORTY.

At around this time, the giant tortoise was starting to walk into the street, which we tried to discourage him from doing, because people drive fast on our street. Eric, who apparently is a personal trainer and my neighbor, picked him up and turned him back toward grass. He strained to do so, and estimated the giant tortoise’s weight at about 60 pounds.

Just then, another neighbor came from around the corner. He asked: “Is that Steve’s giant tortoise?” To which we responded: “Who’s Steve?” He got a good look at the giant tortoise and said, “I’ll put him in my truck and bring him to Steve’s. If it’s not his, then at least he’ll be safe there. If you start seeing signs for a lost tortoise, call the number and tell them he’s at Steve’s.”

We agreed to do so. We don’t know who Steve is or where he lives.

But we do now know that at least three of our neighbors own giant tortoises.

phronk:

Why I would pirate if I admitted to doing so. (via @JamesWilk)

“Read the Holy Bible & lay off the fat young boys”

A Pig in the Wilderness: My Night with Hunter S. Thompson

Look at this f*cking mobster.

“I can imagine I’m a taxi driver, an out-of-shape boxer, or a cabbage”.

Robert DeNiro imagines he’s elmo!