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Daisypath Anniversary tickers

 

archiemcphee:

Let’s go to Idaho and have a slumber party inside this giant beagle! His name is ‘Sweet Willy’ and he’s a bed and breakfast located just outside the town of Cottonwood, Idaho. It’s called the Dog Bark Park Inn and it was built by Frances Conklin and Dennis Sullivan, who spent eighteen months building their awesome canine hotel. The inn offers two double bedroom and, as you’d hope, pet accommodations as well. They even leave a plate of dog-shaped cookies on your pillow.

So who’s coming with us? Visit the Dog Bark Park Inn website to book a reservation.

[via Lost At E Minor]

This is great, but what I’m really focused on is that you enter and exit the building through the butt.

stand-up-comic-gifs:

He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)

bewilden:

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how are these people not dead

Oh he can eat plastic bags and the other lady can eat drywall, but if I want to enjoy some fucking cookie dough I’ll get salmonella and die

bewilden:

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how are these people not dead

Oh he can eat plastic bags and the other lady can eat drywall, but if I want to enjoy some fucking cookie dough I’ll get salmonella and die

17yr:

people in real life dont actually spike the punch bowl at school dances there arent even punch bowls at dances teens dont hang in the mall or drive around with too many people in the car jamming out to the radio boys dont throw rocks at windows or make cheesy mixtapes and 90s movies lied to me and ruined my life

As a former 90s teenager, I just want to say we did all of those things.  Before the internet we would sit in mall food courts for hours in hopes of meeting kids from other schools.  I spent weeks agonizing on the proper song order for my mix tapes, and if it was ok to use the version I taped off the radio or did I need to go buy the single at Harmony House.  I once crammed 8 friends in my family’s minivan for the sole purpose of driving around aimlessly.  It’s true…it’s all true…and you missed it by being born too late.