Apr 19, 2017
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RANDOM OF RANDOM
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Sentence of the week
Don’t worry ,Be bitchy
When taking photos in Ireland I caught myself picking very random things. Some things were just too cool to pass up. 🍀
A Harp, the symbol for Ireland at the entrance of a Post Office... which inspired my son to get tattooed while in Dublin. My first local Irish Red, in Dalkey. This door of the women's bathroom in my 1st pub (in Belfast) was a great thing, such a clever idea. Kind of hoped my name would be on it, but... there ARE some other cool names there.
My first record store in Killkenny, where I bought u2 stuff (surprise) and a couple of White Stripes imports was tiny and perfect. The "Mind Your..." was everywhere, for all things. The one thing I learned in Dublin.
The goat statue to represent the goat that was grazing this area in Cushendun, Northern Ireland was near a set of caves. Cool seeing a genuine phone booth in Ballycastle and THEE BEST Irish coffee I've ever had, with Slane Whiskey was to be had in Belfast.
And finally the Belfast street art was super huge and beautiful.
All Things Random: Cactus in an antique tin
I am random. Really, really random. I post, write, and draw whatever I feel like. I also obsess. My tumblr is probably a mess of all of the things I like, both new and old. If I see something that reminds me of you, or something I think you’ll like, I’ll probably tag you to it. I don’t have a central theme really, either. Some days you’ll see Batman, or Attack on Titan, or even something elf related. And other days, you’ll see memes and really gay shit. Don’t like? Oh well. Unfollow me then. I am the random man.
Kinda realized my stuff is random, and cluttered, and all over the place. I like many fandoms, and I obsess over things both new and old. <3
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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follow it up :)?
I suggest you follow me :), becauusee I am just that awesome to follow :)
I an random, I post random things, I love food, girls, clothes, and everything else :).
I promise to not disappoint :).
Recognition.
I left four hobos under a bridge that was decorated with graffiti depicting an elephant engaging in a cage match with a cucumber and an android cell phone, and suddenly realized that I had left my necklace made of diamond shavings and the aspirations of young Latino woman that have narrowly escaped the summons sent by several government agencies looking for free phone books, back at Jozingo's place up in Queens. "Well, so much for burning trash cans full of sexually assaulted fruit cups with Hardliner." I thought to myself. What a simple life I live. Damn obligations. So, I jogged back up to my car, a flashy 1972 Dodson. This thing had been through quite a bit. I remember I saved this hunk a junk from a man in his late 70's threatening to trash the thing with a 5 gallon bucket of pebbles and music from a modern day viking clan praising the policies of Ronald Reagan and engaging in raccoon orgy's. Anyway, I saved her by throwing a marble figure of a monkey writing a narrative essay on the physical properties of bats while impregnated at his frontal lobe. Luckily I was able to conk this rash human being with an unusually tense passion for fashion week into a dream-like state, to, which I know, has persisted to this day. I try not to live in the past-I don't want to talk about it. Now I'm driving down the 99, ahh. The days. As I pull in to Jozingo's, I hear the faint crunch that can only be one thing. Milk cartons left over from our annual sunbathing party that left 4 dead last year. Fuckin' cars. Boy, driveways are comfortable in the summer. If you drink leopard milk during bathing, it enhances hair growth and sperm production, which is superb for spring mating. As I waltz up to the palace known for it's massive vulgarian beasts covered in numerous back tattoos of angels with wings that have been soaked in deer semen and have been treated with a mahogany finish, I meet with Jozingo. He is happy to see me, as I him. He is dressed in a quilt, wrapped with the imagination of a thousand Yemeni immigrants that have been deprived decent bathing shampoo for almost 2 years. He shouts to me: "Bob! You, my dearest, have been missing out on a little thing called life." "But Jozing, I have just returned from the depths of a boutique that exclusively sells Brazilian rat skins adorned with Donald Trump's face plastered over every paw, and you tell me I am not living, why you dear sir, have been drastically mistaken." "Ah I see. Here, let me abscond from this palace, take me, with you, in your machine with four wheels, and show me the forbidden colors of life." And off we went, in search of more colors, ones previously not accepted.