dog nose on ground
snuffle snuffle

First Praetor Bourdain was the first to approach the wizard’s abandoned camp - not because he was bravest of us, but because no overseer would follow a man who would not walk, back straight, into the mouth of hell. Bourdain was that man.
“It is safe,” he said, and his voice was not unaffected by grief, for as with Fieri’s other camps, the ground itself had been ruined. As we stepped gingerly into the ring of small stones that surrounded the camp, a putrid stench rose to meet us. "Mozzarella,“ said Bourdain, and Jamie, our standard-bearer, retched.
The fire at the center of the ring had burned not 48 hours before. We had been so close! But Fieri was the only man alive who would brave the wastes. The razor-crumbs would lacerate your feet within minutes. Bourdain knelt down and, after a time, reached into the ruins of the fire. His hand, covered in the sweet, sticky Buffalo Blueberry Kickin’ Dipsauce that the heretic used to build his fires, gripped a small object barely larger than his palm. “The wizard has left us a gift.”
It was a Jalapeno Poptastic. Bourdain explained to us how the wizard ingested these artifacts of the Seventh Age, how they granted him incredible foresight and madness in equal amounts. He placed it into a box of young oak and sealed it tight. I will remember until my dying day how his hands shook.
I know it's over a year old at this point, but that Fieri post...what of Lord Brown?
Lord Brown? The King’s Alchemist?
Once, as we all surely remember, he was the brightest face in the kingdom. He pranced from hall to hall, jesting and teaching in the same breath, bringing the joys of the harvest to woman and man and child and babe. His Craft was never as refined as the soldiers of the King’s army, but he gave of his knowledge freely and happily. His wisdom filled entire libraries. It made this country the cultural envy of the world.
I know not what happened to Lord Brown to turn him to melancholy. Stories tell of a cursed bunch of grapes, of fermented milk bubbling away in the cellars, of knives from foreign lands with shapes that befuddle the mind even to look at. I think the truth is much simpler: His travels took him far and wide, but when he returned, there was a dullness in his eyes that betrayed his age and his fatigue. He tasted the world outside the kingdom, and it was only his fading loyalty that brought him home.
He may have fallen to madness. I saw him with my own two eyes just last week. He was stalking through the shadows of the King’s arena, growling crude commentary. Sadness overtook me as I realized that Lord Brown was the only one watching. There was no one there to listen.
Incredibly detailed stills from Neon Genesis Evangelion showing us the love and hard work the animators put into the series. 1) Hand-drawn typography (especially at a perspective angle -6th one) is difficult as hell. 2) The NERV map was shown for 1 second and how could anyone see these details on their TV back in 1995-96 (first 4 from the NGE BDs) ?
powerade - gives you power
gatorade - makes you an alligator
choose wisely….
*d*rinks both
y-you cant just do that! you cant do this! Youll overload yourself! youll become too powerful! you cant! dont do this!
HE Have The Most Beef
how are they gonna remake this
That is a very good question
It’s him! Share if you love Mark Juggler!
realLY GOOD??
WOW
GUYS THIS IS A BATMAN AU SET IN 1930S SHANGHAI
SWEET BABY GUMDROPS
THIS STYLE REMINDS OF THOSE KUNG FU FOOD GIRLS……
HOLY COW
They’re like little perfect sausage patties