In which a man is visited by the ghost of Henry Ford, who encourages him to create a henge of Gran Torinos on his farm

Field of Torinos

“I drink your caucasian! I drink it up!”

“well, that’s just, like, your milkshake, dude”

Yes please, for the sake of everyone involved, let's not compromise the investigation.

I have barely begun to weird

toothpaste that gives you more bangs for your buck

Weird Chappal Roankovic

most dyson spheres in my house are the result of me not emptying the dyson often enough. also cats

they say electronic music profs are punching down to this day

kids today call that a euroburn

I once submitted a found sound composition in electronic music class which included a sample from a german-english phrase translation cassette saying “das ist nicht neu” and my polish prof heard it and said “no it certainly isn’t”