Can’t wait for this
Hootie Beer!

Can’t wait for this

Hootie Beer!

Just Randy Marsh Things

Just Randy Marsh Things

workingtodeath:

Paul Newman on the set of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969, dir. George Roy Hill ) (photo by Jimmy Mitchell, via)

workingtodeath:

Paul Newman on the set of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969, dir. George Roy Hill ) (photo by Jimmy Mitchell, via)

(Source: oldhollywood)

Insert “Heavy Breathing” Cat

Insert “Heavy Breathing” Cat

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hippiewithaguitar:

Bruce Springsteen and Jackson Browne, 1974

hippiewithaguitar:

Bruce Springsteen and Jackson Browne, 1974

Thought this would really tie the blog together

Thought this would really tie the blog together

(Source: brooklynhippy)

fycharleston:

Welcome to Poe’s Tavern Sullivan’s Island, SC

Their guac is like manna from heaven. I could live off that stuff for the rest of my life

fycharleston:

Welcome to Poe’s Tavern
Sullivan’s Island, SC

Their guac is like manna from heaven. I could live off that stuff for the rest of my life

(Source: facebook.com)

Played 69 times

gqmcgee:

Creedence Clearwater Revival - “Born On The Bayou”

Took apart my stereo receiver. Thought it looked pretty cool.

Took apart my stereo receiver. Thought it looked pretty cool.

voodoo-lady:

The weight of lies will bring you down
and follow you to every town
'cause nothing happens here that doesn't happen there


“So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.”
On the Road
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