shits and giggles

doctorkirk:

am-eric-an:

herocom89:

r3druger:

flyawaysoon:

r3druger:

30aught6:

sleepybrowneyes:

slumkillage:

mermaidmachine:

keepittwisted:

This really trips me out…

wat

It’s a haboob we get them here in Phoenix every summer

I refuse to believe it’s called a haboob

Ahaha

Seriously. It’s called a haboob.After a major one 3 years ago people started selling shirts saying “I survived the Haboob”.It’s like a gag that never stops during monsoon season lol

Wait but the car filming that, do they not have their head lights on? That seems dumb…

No believe you me, that IS with headlights.There are so many accidents while driving through these dust clouds because visibility is virtually zero. The best way to NOT crash is to pull OFF the road and turn your lights off. Leaving them on will attract other cars to running Into you.It’s scary how dark the center of these storms can actually be during the middle of the day

fuuuuuuuck

As someone who also lives in Arizona, everything said above is 100% true. Luckily I’ve never had to drive in one.

this is why as an Arizonan, i never go outside

doctorkirk:

am-eric-an:

herocom89:

r3druger:

flyawaysoon:

r3druger:

30aught6:

sleepybrowneyes:

slumkillage:

mermaidmachine:

keepittwisted:

This really trips me out…

wat

It’s a haboob we get them here in Phoenix every summer

I refuse to believe it’s called a haboob

Ahaha

Seriously. It’s called a haboob.
After a major one 3 years ago people started selling shirts saying “I survived the Haboob”.
It’s like a gag that never stops during monsoon season lol

Wait but the car filming that, do they not have their head lights on? That seems dumb…

No believe you me, that IS with headlights.
There are so many accidents while driving through these dust clouds because visibility is virtually zero.
The best way to NOT crash is to pull OFF the road and turn your lights off. Leaving them on will attract other cars to running Into you.
It’s scary how dark the center of these storms can actually be during the middle of the day

fuuuuuuuck

As someone who also lives in Arizona, everything said above is 100% true. Luckily I’ve never had to drive in one.

this is why as an Arizonan, i never go outside

(via redheaded-whovian)

tattoosarecute:

kateitron:


batter-sempai:

sixpenceee:

just because you’re not there to see it, does not mean it doesn’t exist

I’m sorry but is that a freaking SLENDERMAN????
ALL ABOARD THE NOPE TRAIN.

I THUGH THIS WAS A STICK BUG 
HECK NO

TAKING THE NOPE TRAIN TO FUCKTHATVILLE

Holy shit

tattoosarecute:

kateitron:

batter-sempai:

sixpenceee:

just because you’re not there to see it, does not mean it doesn’t exist

I’m sorry but is that a freaking SLENDERMAN????

ALL ABOARD THE NOPE TRAIN.

I THUGH THIS WAS A STICK BUG 

HECK NO

TAKING THE NOPE TRAIN TO FUCKTHATVILLE

Holy shit

(Source: sixpenceee, via sixpenceee)

constantbullshitting:

oilauren:

"I looked at my hand and my little finger was gone – the bone was sticking out. It’s the weirdest feeling; one second you’re fine and your little finger is there, and the next second it’s gone. It shoves reality up your backside. I was in so much pain and shock that the first thing that hit my head was the beat and the bass. The bass was hard, so I just ripped off my top, wrapped it around my finger and tied it up as tight as I could and skanked it out for half an hour. My mentality was, ‘I’ve only been here for an hour, I’ve paid £10 for this night, I’ve lost my little finger – am I seriously going to go? Nah, I’m going to skank until I can’t skank any more.’ After that, my mate dragged me down to the paramedics."
Friends later told him that a “bunch of stoners found [his] little finger and were playing catch with it.”

now THAT’S what i call a party

constantbullshitting:

oilauren:

"I looked at my hand and my little finger was gone – the bone was sticking out. It’s the weirdest feeling; one second you’re fine and your little finger is there, and the next second it’s gone. It shoves reality up your backside. I was in so much pain and shock that the first thing that hit my head was the beat and the bass. The bass was hard, so I just ripped off my top, wrapped it around my finger and tied it up as tight as I could and skanked it out for half an hour. My mentality was, ‘I’ve only been here for an hour, I’ve paid £10 for this night, I’ve lost my little finger – am I seriously going to go? Nah, I’m going to skank until I can’t skank any more.’ After that, my mate dragged me down to the paramedics."

Friends later told him that a “bunch of stoners found [his] little finger and were playing catch with it.”

now THAT’S what i call a party

(via qima)