bringing the rain since 1981...

My name doesn't matter, and you probably don't care anyway. All you need to know is that I'm a 29 year old grad student from Southern California, but through a dizzying array of bad decisions, I currently reside in the Midwest. This is my page of schizophrenic ramblings. Some are funny, some deep and philosophical and others just are. Feel free to email me at: maxbetblog@gmail.com.


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Reblogged from azizisbored
azizisbored:

Dear Internet, please create ParksandRecGIFS.tumblr.com. Thanks, Aziz.

azizisbored:

Dear Internet, please create ParksandRecGIFS.tumblr.com. Thanks, Aziz.

busch light has overthrown grape drink as my favorite beverage. for now.

The Great Stan Lee…

Stan Lee (@smilinatanlee) has the greatest tweets ever. He’s so entertaining, even in just 140 characters. It’s no wonder he’s the grandfather of modern comics.

my ideal job…

My ideal job?  1st Base Coach for a Major League Baseball team. 

  • PROS:
  • Watch baseball games from the FIELD.  Screw your field level seats, I’m FIELD ON, sucker.
  • Eat sunflower seeds.  Great snack and excellent source of fiber.
  • Endless supply of Gatorade.
  • Dress like a pro athlete.  Everyday is Halloween, but you get PAID for it.
  • You ARE the high five guy.  Single, walk, hit by pitch.  As long as the player is still on 1st, he’s coming to you for a high five.
  • CONS
  • Getting hit by a line a drive and having 40,000+ spectators watch you piss and crap yourself as you flop around and die.  This one should count as 2 cons.
  • Slapping another dude on the ass.  Pro sports needs to let this one go.  Pat on the back is just fine.

Either way you cut it, I bet being a 1st base coach is better than your job.

Reblogged from porco-voador
porco-voador:
2009-07-10 22:24:00
that IS what i think of cyclops… 

porco-voador:

2009-07-10 22:24:00
that IS what i think of cyclops… 
Reblogged from v-u-versus
Reblogged from v-u-versus

v-u-versus:

I woke one day to find a bumblebee in my living room, as these photos will attest.  Now, this wasn’t the kickass, “here to save the day, lazer cannons for hands transforming giant robot” that goes by the name Bumblebee.  This was the “I will ruin your picnic and straight f@ck you up” kind of bumblebee.  This dude meant business.

Luckily, we were able to reach an “inter-species Camp David Accord style compromise.”  I let him have full run of my AstroTurf fitted balcony, and he doesn’t sting me in the face.

-D.A.