Darwin says your mother’s a whore. Simple as that.
— Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jethá, Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality
The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
History is the autobiography of a madman. — Alexander Herzen
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time. — T. S. Eliot, “Little Gidding”
Anybody who hasn’t died yet is just talking shit about what comes next. — Joe Rogan
Carl’s power level ain’t none of your friggin’ business.
Blue Sky (Breaking Bad cocktail)
1 oz cotton candy Vodka
1 oz UV blue
4-6 oz Sprite
Directions: Pour alcohol over ice in a tall glass. Add sprite. Slowly stir and serve.
"This is glass grade. I mean, you got…Jesus, you got crystals in here 2 inches, 3 inches long. This is pure glass. You’re a damn artist! This is art, Mr. White!" -Jessie
Drink created and photographed by EXPBarOnline.