Well done = still pink. Well done indeed. (Taken with Instagram at Short Order)
Where is this!?
This is E. Coli sickness waiting to happen.
Walex: it’s a Nancy Silverton restaurant, not Burger King. You have a better chance of getting sick from destroying perfectly good meat.
Jim: it’s at the Farmer’s Market.
Well done = still pink. Well done indeed. (Taken with Instagram at Short Order)
Oh man. Aventador. In sheep’s clothing. (Taken with instagram)
The perfect L.A. lunch? Swing by La Estrella for a single el pastor taco, then land here for a sandwich. Also, for Ned. (Taken with Instagram at The Oinkster)
An observation: If you jump blindly into the murky water of the everglades in search of not one, but two, fully grown ten-foot alligators while armed only with a noose, and your major concern with the coming nightfall is that “it makes it harder to catch ‘em,” then well, you’re just trying to make the rest of us look bad.
I wipe my bathtub down with a washcloth before filling it; I mean, you never know if a spider crept through the night before, right?
I’m fucking so ashamed.
The last time I quit smoking, I did so with an awareness that cravings come and go in 3-5 minute spans - if I could ride out those few ticks, it would pass. This is true. So really, it’s no worse than watching a single SNL skit circa ‘80-‘81, or that Jack in the Box Jumbaco commercial.
The Iceman returneth. I’d bet his pulse doesn’t reach 60 here.
Best Thai in L.A.? (Taken with Instagram at Sanam Luang Cafe)
Left my heart out on that field today. To all the loyal fans, I wish we could have brought home a win…your support means more to me than you will ever know. I’m proud of my team.”
“And one more thing…games consist of SIXTY MINUTES, NOT 20 seconds so before y’all start bashing MY kicker on this page, let me say this is a TEAM sport, win or lose…so if you want to be negative, keep it to yourself.
| — | Ravens running back Ray Rice’s FB status updates. Class act. |
Growing up, my father at one point was based in South Africa training the anti poaching squads on the games reserves. As well as going on frequent safaris, I was shown the horrific reality of butchered elephants and rhinos. Anyone who has experienced the wonder of safari and seen giraffe gallop gracefully across the bush, on seeing the above picture, will understand why I feel so strongly that all big game hunting should be outlawed. Horrible, horrible cunts. How could they do this?
Embrace your immaturity. That’s the power of The Depot. (Taken with Instagram at Home Depot)
You can always tell a prick who’s never played a single down in his life.
Taken with Instagram at Gnomon School of Visual Effects
