In a post apocalyptic world, I will reign supreme. With the The Better Business Bureau no longer existing, BBB will take on a new meaning. I will have an ample supply of beans, bullion and bullets. No one can fuck with me and I’ll get all the bitches. I wouldn’t be able to trust any of these women though so locking up my 3 B’s as well as hiding the key is a must. It might be beneficial to take in another male for added muscle but then I’d have to worry about him intruding on my women. On second thought, I’d better lock my B’s in a safe with a combination lock instead of a key. They can take my key but they can’t take my brain.

What brain?

"Ready for the apocalypse," Mr. Johnson’s Blog.

Jill Sullivan nails it.

Jill Sullivan nails it.

This will ruin your life. “Apocalypse Pooh,” a mashup of ”Apocalypse Now” and “Winnie the Pooh.”

When you think the end is near, the best thing you can do is curl up in a ball. — Eckhart Tolle (via megafishbein)
Priorities.

aus-berlin:

"Stop…the armageddon can´t happen ´cause tommorow is the IphoneX -release (???)

Priorities.

aus-berlin:

"Stop…the armageddon can´t happen ´cause tommorow is the IphoneX -release (???)

conceptivate:

A WIP of my latest piece. A commission. Positioning and judging the proportions of each horse was an interesting challenge

conceptivate:

A WIP of my latest piece. A commission. Positioning and judging the proportions of each horse was an interesting challenge

A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that’s just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it’s a joke. — Soren Kierkegaard (via thekaramazovsystem)