... i accidentally stayed up all night so take this and these. don't forget i put a fruit rollup and cheez-its in your lunch i don't want you trading them again







yeah

i love you

you are high as a fucking kite

what the fuck bob dylan.

Every man, on some level, wants to sing "Largo al Factotum," the famous aria from "The Barber of Seville," about himself.

The lyrics are telling. Figaro, the titular barber, sings of his profession in his ultra-manly baritone: Because he is such a kick-ass barber, everyone wants a piece of his business. And he gets paid rather well for it, to boot. The entire song is basically a giant ego-stroking. (The first and last lines are "Make way for the city's factotum.")

Even the part where he sings "Fi - - - ga - ro!" He's parroting all the folks in Seville who need a shave or haircut, and call for him. Every time he hears his name, it sounds exactly like a cash register.

So, Figaro is popular, has some solid dough to his name, and everyone in town wants what he sells because he kicks ass at what he does. Plus, he probably knows All the chicks in town. Q. E. fuckin' D.

is that from fucking legends of the hidden temple.

I always wanted to be on that show as a kid.

I actually went to a Summer Camp a few years ago that did Legends of the Hidden Temple for an activity.
We had an obstacle course, trivia, we used the pool for one of the challenges, and you also had to make a small monkey out of a certain amount of materials.
For the trivia we just asked questions about the camp.

The counselor they got to be the big stone face (forgot his name) sounded exactly like him.

awesome

OLMEC UP IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER

Silver Snakes, motherfucker.

One of the kids in my cabin got past one of the guards in the obstacle course by telling him a Jew joke.