The Tardis
August 2012
"When Beethoven passed away, he was buried in a churchyard. A couple days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Beethoven was buried. Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it. The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate. When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards." He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling." So the magistrate kept listening; "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..." Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Beethoven decomposing."
oh my god
BEST JOKE.
THIS JOKE SHALL BE TOLD FOREVER
SCREAMS
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH.
HEEEHEE I LOVE SILLY MUSIC JOKES
NERD JOKE!
Party on Gallifrey!
All WHOVIANS invited.
When: Until the end of the time.
Spread the word.
“There’s no party like a timelord party”AIN’T NO PARTY LIKE A TIMELORD PARTY BECAUSE A TIMELORD PARTY IS NOT BOUND BY TYPICAL TEMPORAL PARAMETERS AND THUS DON’T STOP.
Oh, and it’s BYOB- bring your own banana.
Corncake21: lostwiginity: Times when Charles couldn’t walk and it was Erik’s... →
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Times when Charles couldn’t walk and it was Erik’s fault
- When Erik insisted they play chess on the stairs of the Lincoln Memorial, and Charles lay on his leg funny so it fell asleep.
- When Charles got a glimpse of Erik’s bare chest and as a result…
“
In working on my book, I went to Rwanda in 2004 to interview women who had borne children of rape conceived during the genocide. …At the end of my final interview, I asked the woman I was interviewing whether she had any questions. She paused shyly for a moment. “Well,” she said, a little hesitantly. “You work in this field of psychology.” I nodded. She took a deep breath. “Can you tell me how to love my daughter more?” she asked. “I want to love her so much, and I try my best, but when I look at her I see what happened to me and it interferes.” A tear rolled down her cheek, but her tone turned almost fierce, challenging. “Can you tell me how to love my daughter more?” she repeated.
Perhaps Todd Akin has an answer for her.
” —“The Legitimate Children of Rape” - Andrew Solomon on the historical relationship between rape and pregnancy: http://nyr.kr/RsAKyQ (via newyorker)How do you make holy water?
Take ordinary water and boil the hell out of it.
This is the best joke.
Tumblr is like Hogwarts.
It’s divided into groups based on interests & personalities
People who belong to tumblr don’t talk about it to people who don’t
And the pictures move
I can’t get over the way this guy ~fabulously~ decorates The Hobbit set.
Is there a fandom for this guy yet?
Group high five for everyone who is unpopular both in real life and on tumblr.
