Of course it is.
ALL BITCHES THIS IS MY HOME TOWN TAKE A FUCKING SEAT WHILE I TELL YOU THIS STORY. GET A BOWL OF POPCORN BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS DOPE
IN THE 1940’S PORTLAND WAS PUTTING IN LAMPPOSTS AND FOR WHATEVER GOD DAMN REASON THIS ONE NEVER GOT FILLED.
IN 1946, DICK FAGAN, AN AMERICAN IRISHMAN WHO WROTE FOR THE OREGON JOURNAL, GOT BLOODY FUCKING BORED AT HIS JOB AND WOULD LOOK OUT HIS WINDOW ONTO THIS SAD EXCUSE FOR ROAD CONSTRUCTION HOLE. ONE DAY HE SAID “FUCK THIS”, PLANTED SOME FLOWERS, AND NAMED IT “MILL ENDS PARK” BECAUSE IT’S RIGHT AT THE END OS MILL STREET. BITCHES!
HE WROTE ABOUT THIS NEW FUCKING PARK AND SPOKE ABOUT HOW LEPRECHAUNS LIVED THERE AND SHIT. MOTHERFUCKING LEPRECHAUNS IN THE MIDDLE OF DOWNTOWN, WHAT THE SHIT.
HOLD ONTO TO THE EDGE OF YOUR SEATS BECAUSE THIS RIDE GETS EVEN BETTER. THIS PARK HOLDS A GUINNESS WORLD RECORD FOR BEING THE SMALLEST PARK WITH WITH INFORMATION SAYING “It was designated as a city park on 17 March 1948 at the behest of the city journalist Dick Fagan (USA) for snail races and as a colony for leprechauns”. MOTHER. FUCKING. SNAIL RACES. BITCHES.
IT’S EVEN BEEN PIMPED OUT OVER THE YEARS
HO HO HO MOTHERFUCKS WE CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS HERE
WE CARE ABOUT THE ENVIRONMENT.
THE BEST PART IS THAT IT EVEN HAD OCCUPY PORTLAND PROTESTERS
SO I HOPE YOU FUCKING LEARNED SOMETHING TODAY ABOUT TINY ASS PARKS.
the cutest shit
Star Trek Into TARDIS
And then I swear we all were Mrs Hudson.
If five seconds later Sherlock doesn’t get whacked in the face with that saucepan…
"I came over at once to London, called in my own person at Baker Street, threw Mrs. Hudson into violent hysterics, and found that Mycroft had preserved my rooms and my papers exactly as they had always been”.
Sherlock Holmes to Dr. Watson in ACD’s The Adventure of the Empty House
“I play Caretaker Two,” David [Tennant] says proudly. “It’s very hard not to get excited. I would kill to do more of these.” David is a fully-fledged, card-carrying Doctor Who fan. “My granny even knitted me a long Tom Baker scarf. And a cricket jumper. I used to jump around the back garden making up my own stories. As I got older, I’d make up my own seasons.”
In the back garden?
“Yeah – casting myself in all the parts. Oh God, how embarrassing.”
an eleveth doctor's faces appreciation post
i love you i am bird
ill fucking ruin you for no reason
all i want for christmas is 24 gifsets of felicia day -> 7/24
collections that are raw as fuck ➝ elie saab f/w 2013-14
my roommate just screamed “COSTCO” in his sleep
The Doctor found your blog!
Hello- yes- sorry! Didn’t mean to surprise you, just a bit of a non-routine routine… checkarooni. Oh… no, not checkarooni. What in the blazes is a checkarooni? Really, Doctor.
But no! Truly, there’s nothing to worry about. Just a bit of a —follow-up, yes, a follow-up, after that whole situation with the Wi-Fi. If you’re wondering, you are A-OK. I think, just one more quick—…… ah, yes. No residual, soul-sucking hotspots here. Relax, and- and… keep on scrolling.
Oh, and if you happen to see a fish on your monitors… don’t be alarmed. He’s microchip-encapsulated, called Barnaby. I had him on the TARDIS monitors and then he just went swimming off into the Wi-Fi. If you see him, just, you know, shoo him in the general direction of my when-and-where.
(Okay, so less of a follow-up-with-the-Wi-Fi, more of a I’ve-lost-my-bio-fibre-optic-fish… but I digress!)