Detail from the dimly lit semi-hidden Tiki Room restroom entrance on the top of Clifton’s Cafeteria in Downtown Los Angeles. I have no idea where this was re-purposed from but I bet I know who to ask to solve this Scooby-Doo Mystery. Taken 12/03/2016. This was taken at ISO 8000 with very little noise!!!
“Today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have
chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other. Today
there’s not a man or woman in here who shall stand alone. Today, we face
the monsters that are at our door and bring the fight to them! Today,
we are cancellin’ the apocalypse!”
[pacific rim fancast ] ➼ requested by anonymous
rinko kikuchi as mako mori | gwendoline christie as raleigh becket
idris elba as stacker pentecost | manu bennett as hercules hansen| pana hema taylor as chuck hansen
charles, lance, and mark luu as cheung, jin, and hu wei | tim chiou as aleksis kaidanovsky | moon bloodgood as sasha kaidanovskya
freema agyeman as newt geiszler | indira varma as hermine gottlieb | clifton collins jr. as tendo choi
I’m opening ‘50 Shades of Grey’ to a random page and posting what I find. Part twelve.
Christian Grey had tied me to a tree.
“Now we are going to play Fred Reva,” he said.
He began to go to town on me with Hot Wheels tracks.
“And, uh, know this, homeboy,” he said, hitting me with the quickness, “this is the greatest strop in Notre Dame history.”
He struck me in time with each name. “Foge Fazio, Dave Huckaba, uhhh, Bond Lapua, Harry Gopaul, uhhhh, Ross ‘Grizz’ Clifton, and Mark Brannon from 'Tequila Sunrise.’ This is the way it’s gonna be. No kicks, no takedowns. Just the body of a 25-year-old, coming at you, with hands.”
His blows were so fierce.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked.
“Bitch,” he said, “I brought your pussy back from the fucking dead, and now you’re trying to kill it with regular water, and I told you not to do that.”
And just then, the pain stopped.
“I am your inner goddess Maitreya,” he said, just before a low, slow zipping sound, “I’m gonna get Stevia into your body.”
I felt his hands slip below my waist and into my panties, pulling them down. Within seconds, he was playing the violin on me. One, two, five, eight orgasms. Could he beat nine? He did, and soon I felt a wave of cold fission come from me as I exploded into soup.
I bit my lip as I felt his breath on my ear, his mouth so close to me.
“Lou Holtz, know this: If I’m killed, my sons are to contract the Russians to kill whoever murdered me’s entire family.”