purple got me in slow mo
i don’t even need purple. This has just been me all day.
(Source: raythecreator)
Lonely Island and Weird Al for GQ
I never knew I needed this until now. My life is complete.
I’ve forgotten all the words to the original version but I just confirmed that I do indeed remember all the words to “Amish Paradise.”
When I was a wee girl growing up in Lancaster County, PA “Amish Paradise” came out and was a monster hit locally, as you would expect. The song was so popular that the local radio station would play it every half an hour. Once the backlash started, the local “wacky” evening dj went legitimately crazy and locked himself in the booth and played “Amish Paradise” on air for at least 6 hours. Even the local cop who would do the traffic updates on the morning show called in and tried to talk him down. I went to bed and the song was on repeat, and when I woke up the next morning the dj was in jail. That’s my Amish Paradise story, enjoy.
But that bird’s hair
that Amish Paradise story is my favorite story ever probably
Instant reblog. No questions.
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I know a bulldog butt when I see one
(Source: corgiaddict)
