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These Are The The Inner Mind Ramblings of Me.
I am an American (from and currently residing in Pennsylvania) wife and mother with a twisted sense of humor, an open liberal mind, and somewhat macabre hobbies.
Here is where I like to post things that encompass all my interests. Drop me a note if you would like to ask me a question, or anything else.
If I own it I will say so, if I don't claim it as original, then I do not claim to own it.
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I also run a PROMO BLOG!!!!!!!! If you want me to PROMO YOU just got to http://promomama.tumblr.com/
So perfect in every way.
Semi-Deleted scene from Cannibal the Musical.
Pure Awesome in every way.
Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? Then quit, you slimy fucking walrus-looking piece of shit! Get the fuck off of my obstacle! Get the fuck down off of my obstacle! NOW! MOVE IT! Or I’m going to rip your balls off, so you cannot contaminate the rest of the world! I will motivate you, Private Pyle, IF IT SHORT-DICKS EVERY CANNIBAL ON THE CONGO!
This is my lunch box from third grade.
Yes, I was a girl with this lunchbox.
I STILL have it.
It has a big dent on the other side from where I cracked Joe Veihouser in the god damned head one day during recess because he was a bully to me.
He had it coming. He had been teasing and harassing me for weeks.
None of the teachers did anything.
My parents told me to “ignore him.”
Thank you, Indy, for once again coming to the rescue of a lady in distress.
Joe lost a tooth.
I was called to the principals office and got in big trouble by my parents and got suspended for three days.
It was worth it, and that lunch box sits in my kitchen to this day.
Will the real Gary Oldman please stand up?
my son got a new fruit flavored chapstick yesterday . he is only 6 and he was so fucking excited about it he took it to school.
then he lost it on the bus .
it crushed his soul.
(Source: evgenomalkin, via whiteboydelight)
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It was a song that celebrated the exploits of a rebellious trucker with a reckless disregard for human life and highway safety codes. It gave the gravelly-voiced C.W. McCall his biggest pop hit on this day in 1976, except that technically, “C.W. McCall” was a figment of the imagination. The genius behind “Convoy” was, in reality, an Omaha advertising executive named Bill Fries—not a fearless runner of police roadblocks, perhaps, but certainly a man with an ear for esoteric dialogue and a finger on the pulse of one of the strangest fads ever to grip the nation, even by the standards of the 1970s.
“Convoy” marked the high-water point of a mid-70s trucking/CB radio craze that had millions of Americans creating “handles” for themselves—Beer Man, Pink Lady, Scooter Pie, etc.—and daydreaming about the glamorous life of the long-haul trucker. Hollywoodresponded to the craze in its typically restrained fashion with a parade of trucking-related cultural works whose highlights include Smokey and the Bandit (1977) and B.J. and the Bear (1979-1981), as well as Sam Peckinpah’s crash-filled thriller Convoy (1978), inspired by McCall’s hit song and starring Kris Kristofferson, Ali McGraw and Ernest Borgnine. Some even credit “Convoy” as a crucial evolutionary step along the path toward The Dukes of Hazzard.
But as significant as the cultural influence of “Convoy” may have been going forward, the song did not arise in a vacuum. True, it was the only trucking narrative to climb so high on the pop music charts, but “Convoy”joined a long line of such hits on the countrycharts, including Dick Curless’s “Tombstone Every Mile” and Red Simpson’s “Roll, Truck, Roll” and “Diesel Smoke, Dangerous Curves.”
As for C.W. McCall, he released Rubber Duck, an entire album of trucking songs, later in 1976, but none of its tracks captured the American imagination the way “Convoy” had. After releasing two more albums in the late-1970s, including the trucking-free Roses for Mama (1978), “C.W. McCall” retired and moved to the small town of Ouray, Colorado, where he served three terms as mayor—under the name of William Dale Fries, Jr.
Raise your hand!
I did!!!!
