I'm over here, too:
I love this post so much
my hand slipped
with their new hit song, “Randomly Searching 4 U”
I am re-reblogging just because that was so good
I think this one’s an Always Reblog, because the picture, the illustration, and the song title are just too damn perfect together.
DID YOU GUYS KNOW THERE IS A BIKER GANG CALLED RESCUE INK THAT BREAKS UP DOGFIGHTING RINGS, CONFRONTS ANIMAL ABUSERS, CONFISCATES NEGLECTED ANIMALS AND INVESTIGATES STOLEN ANIMALS
YOU CAN READ MORE ABOUT THIS BADASSERY HERE
Bikers are generally great dudes
I have never heard one bad story about a biker
All I’ve heard are these awesome as shit ones
- sexy tribble
- sexy giant apollo
- sexy torn command golds
- sexy space hippie
- sexy this nightmare of fashion
- sexy unicorn dog
I FORGOT ABOUT THE SPACE HIPPIE’S OUTFIT
Solidarity, on a global scale.
Guess what? I live in Springfield, Missouri, only two and a half hours away from Ferguson. The local news stopped reporting it over three weeks ago, yet it is still an issue, with global involvement, protests, solidatiry, and connection. Yet only 180 miles away, we’re made to believe that the whole thing is over. How fucked up is that?