Night time tank attack near Kursk. 1943
The chunky art school kids are doing real meaningful art and the skinny art school kids are real meaningful art. It’s pretty much a war.
(via marsthebringerofwar)
It’s Day 1 of armed forces duty and Private Scooter Nubs has two more hours before he’ll meet his old friend, lunch. Will he make it?
(via wolffeeder)
Your days of admiring tractors are over. You own a tractor now. And even more, you use it. You have to keep it in working shape and reasonably clean. The suffered roadside tractor is a fantasy of yours no more. It has gone the way of all your dreams, stuck somewhere up the chimney. You’re a dreamless farmer now. Plodding, sewing, studying the sun.
Panther tank during Ardennes offensive
Top five perches to sit on:
5) back of a pickup truck
4) side of a pool table
3) diving board during pool party
2) piano
1) tank
(via marsthebringerofwar)
Later I’ll reveal my favorite brand new fruit-based dessert recipes of 2012. (Spoiler altert: Strawberry Shortcake Kebabs!)
Here’s Johnny Depp asleep in his trailer between shots. Yeah, no that’s actually him sleeping. I know, it’s amazing. I’ll give it one more minute and then we’ll move on. Next up is a quick and really captivating retrospective on Alan Alda’s eyewear over the years. Alan Alda’s eyewear, everyone.
Oh to be pampered. This life of luxury is a curse. And a carousel. Also, at times, a cruise — cruises being cursed carousels themselves, after all. What’s that? Yes, thank you Armand, that will be all. I’m content. Here with my cotton balls.
Why is reading books some sort of club now?
Addendum: Read alone, dear sirs. Read for no one. Read in the dark. Read like men.
Look at this Greek mythology protag. What a rube. Better get some more rocks guy! Hahah! Ah… Ah… Where the hell’s the donut guy, this rehab group sucks.
Brace yourself: you just walked into ladies night with a bottle of Jackfruit flavored vodka.
A Tiger of 101 SS sPzAbt advances across open country, France, Spring 1944.
An elegant widowly woman crossing the other direction on the other sidewalk catches you gazing sidelong at her, France, Spring 1944.
(Source: wwii-in-photographs, via fuckyeah13b)
Public transit.
Pretty soon we’re gonna stop using mason jars at restaurants. But what will replace them? Tall and thin lady-like numbers that show our societal finesse? Native American baskets that hardly leak at all? Milk cartons? You wonder as you slurp banana royale out of a waffle cone.
Hapicultuur photo
Bugs are always drinking out of things that reflect their image. No wonder they’re always running into mirrors, those lushes.
Holiday beverages are WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT, but the eggnog latte? Like can I taste it first please?
