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stuff that’s rehashed from social media

  • Half

    Half

    a sun

  • Á verði

    Á verði

  • Tékk

    Bara aðeins að tékka á Telmu

  • Fundur

    Þessi fundur jók stórlega trú mína á ungdóminn

  • Snæfellsnes

  • web

    web

    spider

  • Víðgelmir

  • Púpí

    Albert, á leiðinni á klósettið: „Púpí, jú hef tú gó intú ðe ósjen tú mít the sjarks“

    1 mínúta…

    *skaðræðisöskur* „Nóóóóó! Æ dón’t want tú gó in ðe ósjen!!“

  • Hvernig veit

    Albert: „Hvernig veit æpaddinn hvort hann snýr svona eða svona?“ *veltir spjaldtölvunni*

    Pabbi: „Góð spurning! Hvernig veist þú það?“

    A: „Ég er með heila!“

    P: „Ég held það sé eitthvað tæki inni í spjaldtölvunni sem…“

    A: „Pabbi, þú þarft ekki að útskýra það sko “

  • the scheme for full employment

    the scheme for full employment – magnus mills

    Found this up in the attic and remembered reading it at the start of the new millennium.

    I first got to know Magnus Mills when I borrowed The Restraint of Beasts from Nick Coleman when we rented together in Riga in 2000

    Sixty-three miles
    Sixty-three miles
    The Drapery Department

    It’s a very deep look into the day to day of working a job that serves no meaning or purpose. Everyone takes themselves so seriously

  • Master

    Get ekki hætt að hugsa um stelpuna sem sagði að uppáhalds Metallica lagið sitt væri Master of Puppies

  • Frank’s Wild Years

    Well Frank settled down out in the Valley and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife’s forehead

    He sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road and assumed a $30,000 loan at 15¼%, put a down payment on a little two-bedroom place

    His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash: made good Bloody Marys, kept her mouth shut most of the time, had a little chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind.

    They had a thoroughly modern kitchen, self-cleaning oven, the whole bit. Frank drove a little Sedan. They were so happy

    One night, Frank was on his way home from work, stopped at the liquor store. Picked up a couple Mickey’s Big Mouths, drank ’em in the car on his way to the Shell station. He got a gallon of gas in a can. Drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it, parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn, all Halloween orange and chimney red

    Then Frank put on a top 40-station, got on the Hollywood Freeway, and headed north

    Never could stand that dog.

    Tom Waits – Frank’s Wild Years