Boogie Down!

Loving these 1940s photos from Plant Faaaaaabuuuuulon!

(Say it like Oprah! It's fun...)

via

McQueen Gets Wild

MCQ MINI DRESS WITH TIGER SCARF

Now 50% at LA gARCONNE

Tiger interior

Desire to Inspire.

Beat Godfather Meets Glitter Mainman

Bowie: I'm not at ease with the word 'love'.

Burroughs: I'm not either.

Bowie: I was told that it was cool to fall in love, and that period was nothing like that to me. I gave too much of my time and energy to another person and they did the same to me and we started burning out against each other. And that is what is termed love..... that we decide to put all our values on another person. It's like two pedestals, each wanting to be the other pedestal.

Burroughs: I don't think that 'love' is a useful word. It is predicated on a separation of a thing called sex and a thing called love and that they are separate. Like the primitive expressions in the old South when the woman is on a pedestal, and the man worshipped his wife and then went out and fucked a whore. It is primarily a Western concept and then it extended to the whole flower power thing of loving everybody. Well, you can't do that because the interests are not the same.

source

Cat Fight

found here

I loves me a chubby guy

The "Ralph Kramden" pot belly hits Brooklyn as the newest fashion accessory for men.
photo by Joni Browne on Flickr

you suck at craigslist

Um, still not a lion.

Best of CL: Prell??

You threw your lit cigarette at my face outside Starbucks - m4w

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Date: 2009-07-13, 5:23PM EDT

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I'm sorry I wasn't able to stop and chat --- I was in such a rush to do my errands --- but you too seemed to be in a giant rush to run inside and grab your extra-whip venti white chocolate mocha. You were in such a hurry that even after your friend pointed out how close your cig came to burning my face, you didn't have time to say "sorry" or "excuse me." Anyway, I just wanted to write to let you know how much I love it when Big Beautiful Women wear pajama pants/tee-shirt ensembles out in public. It conveys a postmodern "I've totally given up on life" attitude that so many men find intoxicating. Additionally, your hair was exquisite. I can tell that your life is so full of fun and adventure that you don't even have time to buy a bottle of Prell, but there's nothing more exciting than a woman on the go.

Listen, I'm sure you have far too many male suitors for you to even consider reading Craigslist missed connections, but on the off chance that you see this and you haven't been felled by heart disease or any of the myriad cancers you're courting ... I'd love to take you and your slightly less-hot friend to dinner. We'll have all the things you love! I envision beginning with some wings, then moving on to a few chicken parms, some buckets of General Tso's, even more buckets of the Colonel's extra-crispy, a jalapeno-popper palate cleanser, followed by approximately 27 stuffed-crust pizzas, as many McDonald's #2 value meals as you can eat before you get bored, and finally a jaunt to Cheesecake Factory for dessert. And at the end of the night, if you're still hungry (no doubt about that) and feeling in the mood (fingers crossed!), we can end with some edible underwear and a Colt 45 fountain.

Looking forward to hearing from you!

• Location: Harvard Ave at Thorndike, 7/13
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photo courtesy of TIWYF

Shuttlecocks?

Last Suppers

James Reynolds has created a series of photographs documenting former Death Row prisoners' requests for their last meal before execution. These photos were so striking, that I couldn't pick just a couple.

Why the hell not? Who cares about arteries at this time. Bring on the KFC!

Oh, what a thoughtful inmate. No one wants their last exhale to be anything but minty fresh. Is this to mask the tears?

Prisoner #589641350179: Anna Wintour?

1 dry ass cracker, coming up!

Hmmm... c'mon, go wild, why doncha?

That's more like it!

Prisoner #456881235166: David Sedaris?

Prisoner #351896725116: Cool Hand Luke?

Prisoner #758283140953625: Homer Simpson?

What would you order for your last meal?

I would hands down order a meatloaf cake with a scorpion bowl to wash it down.

$25M Clock tower penthouse

The New York Times has a great slideshow of this impressive space in DUMBO (that's down under the Manhattan Bridge overpass). And it's only $25,000,000!

Butter Makes it Better

found here

[Tiger] Butter Sculptures

A collection of butter sculptures from The Unorthodox Chef.

thanks Presurfer

Now you got to give them the bitch test

Billboards that don't belong together

from buzzfeed

Carwash a bit rough on the car

Tiger Music

No questions asked

Just FYI, I have a new life plan.

















Any takers?

The New Yorker

Watch out boy, she'll chew you up.

She'll only come out at night, the lean and hungry type
Nothing is new I've seen her here before…Watching and waiting
Ooh, she's sitting with you but her eyes are on the door
So many have paid to see what you think you're getting for free
The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a jaguar
Money's the matter, if you're in it for love, you ain't gonna get too far

(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she'll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she's a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she'll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she's a maneater

I wouldn't if I were you, I know what she can do
She's deadly, man, she could really rip your world apart
Mind over matter, ooh, the beauty is there, but a beast is in the heart

(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she'll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she's a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she'll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she's a maneater

Ooooooooooh ooh (Oh oh, here she comes) here she comes
Watch out boy, she'll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes, watch out) she's a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes, she's a maneater) Ooh, she'll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) Here she comes, she's a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes, watch out) She'll only come out at night, oo
(Oh oh, here she comes) Here she comes, she's a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes, she's a maneater) the woman is wild
(Oh oh, here she comes) here she comes
Watch out, boy, watch out, boy (Oh oh, here she comes)
Oh watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out
(Oh oh, here she comes) Yeah yeah, she's a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes, she's a maneater) She's watching and waiting
(Oh oh, here she comes) Oh, she's a maneater

Hall + Oates = magic

nom nom cat

Srsly?

Grrrr. . .

via modcloth.com

Fierce

As my first order of business here on TB, I'm ordering matching vintage tiger swimsuits for everyone.

Who said cats don't like getting wet?

P.S. Thanks for having me!

literal journey video

To all my party people!

Hangover Cure: Bacon Sandwich

"Bread is high in carbohydrates and bacon is full of protein, which breaks down into amino acids. Your body needs these amino acids, so eating them will make you feel good."

Ms Roberts told The Mirror: "Bingeing on alcohol depletes neurotransmitters too, but bacon contains a high level of aminos which tops these up, giving you a clearer head."

Researchers also found a complex chemical interaction in the cooking of bacon produces the winning combination of taste and smell which is almost irresistible.

The reaction between amino acids in the bacon and reducing sugars in the fat is what provides the sandwich with its appeal.

I hope you don't need it, but incase you do...you can read more about it at the Telegraph.

sizzling bacon via wool&misc tumblr

pork pic via BBlinks

Best of CL: Cow poop

Originally Posted: Mon, 25 May 20:30 EDT

Cow poop

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Date: 2009-05-25, 8:30PM EDT

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We have cows that keep pooping and it's more than we can handle. Every day there is more cow shit piling up and my husband is starting to panic. He works at Jiffy Mart and doesn't have the time to figure out what to do with all of it. I work too, and I dread coming home each night only to see the cows have pooped another mountain. Please, if you know what can be done about this situation, please let us know as we are at wits end. The stench is becoming unbearable here and I can hardly eat my salad right now as I type this.

• Location: Jericho
• it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

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CONGRATS!

CONGRATULATIONS, RYAN! Thanks for sharing your inner most thoughts & feelers with us. It's rare to find someone so open (and honest) with themselves (and others!) You'll make a great dad.

Cheers,

from your buddies at TB

NSFW: that's dedication

WARNING: NSFW!

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I love comedy more than the next guy, but this to me is, well...it's a bit much. Just imagine having to go down on that, actually no, don't do that. Love the "signed by the artist" on the leg which makes it really, really classy.

More comedic tattoos here at The Laugh Track.

Poem

This poem is not addressed to you. 

You may come into it briefly, 

But no one will find you here, no one. 

You will have changed before the poem will. 

Even while you sit there, unmovable, 

You have begun to vanish. And it does not matter. 

The poem will go on without you. 

It has the spurious glamor of certain voids. 

It is not sad, really, only empty. 

Once perhaps it was sad, no one knows why. 

It prefers to remember nothing. 

Nostalgias were peeled from it long ago. 

Your type of beauty has no place here. 

Night is the sky over this poem. 

It is too black for stars. 

And do not look for any illumination. 

You neither can nor should understand what it means. 

Listen, it comes with out guitar, 

Neither in rags nor any purple fashion. 

And there is nothing in it to comfort you. 

Close your eyes, yawn. It will be over soon. 

You will forge the poem, but not before 

It has forgotten you. And it does not matter. 

It has been most beautiful in its erasures. 

O bleached mirrors! Oceans of the drowned! 

Nor is one silence equal to another. 

And it does not matter what you think. 

This poem is not addressed to you.

-Donald Justice

via TB's very own Lil' Sour Apple's blog: What is Imperfect