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Charlie Day as Allan Pinkerton in Drunk History.

gotcaughtintheplaid:

via Serrina’s FB page.


Last question. I have to know, because I love this story and want it to be true. There have been stories about you sneaking up behind people in New York City, covering their eyes with your hands, and saying: Guess who. And when they turn around, they see Bill Murray and hear the words “No one will ever believe you.”

[long pause] I know. I know, I know, I know. I’ve heard about that from a lot of people. A lot of people. I don’t know what to say. There’s probably a really appropriate thing to say. Something exactly and just perfectly right. [long beat, and then he breaks into a huge grin] But by God, it sounds crazy, doesn’t it? Just so crazy and unlikely and unusual? (x)

Last question. I have to know, because I love this story and want it to be true. There have been stories about you sneaking up behind people in New York City, covering their eyes with your hands, and saying: Guess who. And when they turn around, they see Bill Murray and hear the words “No one will ever believe you.”

[long pause] I know. I know, I know, I know. I’ve heard about that from a lot of people. A lot of people. I don’t know what to say. There’s probably a really appropriate thing to say. Something exactly and just perfectly right. [long beat, and then he breaks into a huge grin] But by God, it sounds crazy, doesn’t it? Just so crazy and unlikely and unusual? (x)
ARTIST: City and Colour;
ALBUM: Bring Me Your Love;
TRACK:Sleeping Sickness;
PLAYED: 92 times.

I awoke, only to find my lungs empty
And through the night, so it seems I’m not breathing
And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be
And I’m breaking down, I think I’m breaking down

And I’m afraid to sleep because of what haunts me
Such as living with the uncertainty
That I’ll never find the words to say
Which would completely explain just how I’m breaking down

Someone come and, someone come and save my life
Maybe I’ll sleep when I am dead
But now it’s like the night is taking sides
With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
Could it be this misery will suffice?

I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill
And like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to ill
Madness fills my heart and soul
as if the great divide could swallow me whole
Oh, how I’m breaking down.

aimingforthefuckinglighttree:

Australian media strikes again…

aimingforthefuckinglighttree:

Australian media strikes again…

Raylan + flannel/plaid shirts