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And the Waltz Goes On - Anthony Hopkins 

Sir Anthony Hopkins Hears The Waltz He Wrote 50 Years Ago For The First Time

Academy Award-winning actor Sir Anthony Hopkins was a musician before he got into acting. 50 years ago he wrote a waltz but was too afraid to ever hear it play. Dutch violinist André Rieu performs it for the very first time. Watch Hopkins’ reaction.

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frantzfandom:

frantzfandom:

but really, think about that shit. niggas been fucking and eatin hairy pussy for millennia 

who the fuck is you to even think about changing that paradigm, you no stroke having, limp tongued ass motherfucker.

like, how dare you.

you actually think you got some new shit to bring to the game that requires weekly brazilians? 

because it still need to be said

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fuckingflorida:

This obituary was in the Tampa Bay Times. RIP “Pervert Dave” 

My parents knew this guy. They were all hardcore bikers way back when, literal “Hells Angels” and “Outlaws;” everybody had weird nicknames. Some of the people I’ve heard mentioned in their nostalgia include the above “Pervert Dave,” “Berger Deb,” “Stroker John,” “Indian Debbie,” “Dirty Dan,” and many others. Even my own folks were “Panhead Jim,” and I believe “Big Annie” or sometimes “Red Annie.” I’ve met a number of these people, many when I was a child, and they all seemed very nice from what I recall. Never vulgar or inappropriate around myself or other children present, save a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Funny to think about now, looking back and considering what literal hell-raisers these folks all were in their day.
It seemed a strange culture from the bits and pieces I’ve heard over the years. I’m sure much of it was watered down for my “delicate sensibilities” or what have you; my mother not wanting to share her past. Whatever. Lots of drugs and partying, lots of motorcycle stuff. Interesting lot, these decrepit old Harley Davidson riders; most of them looking very much like ol’ Pervert there. Most have since died of their lifestyles, the rest slowly burning out from their health catching up.
Goodbye Mr. David. We may have never met, but my mother spins a yarn or two with fond mention of you, and I’m certain you and my dear old dad were pals of some sort. Or maybe rivals, I don’t know. Either way, may you be at peace.

fuckingflorida:

This obituary was in the Tampa Bay Times. RIP “Pervert Dave” 

My parents knew this guy. They were all hardcore bikers way back when, literal “Hells Angels” and “Outlaws;” everybody had weird nicknames. Some of the people I’ve heard mentioned in their nostalgia include the above “Pervert Dave,” “Berger Deb,” “Stroker John,” “Indian Debbie,” “Dirty Dan,” and many others. Even my own folks were “Panhead Jim,” and I believe “Big Annie” or sometimes “Red Annie.” I’ve met a number of these people, many when I was a child, and they all seemed very nice from what I recall. Never vulgar or inappropriate around myself or other children present, save a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Funny to think about now, looking back and considering what literal hell-raisers these folks all were in their day.

It seemed a strange culture from the bits and pieces I’ve heard over the years. I’m sure much of it was watered down for my “delicate sensibilities” or what have you; my mother not wanting to share her past. Whatever. Lots of drugs and partying, lots of motorcycle stuff. Interesting lot, these decrepit old Harley Davidson riders; most of them looking very much like ol’ Pervert there. Most have since died of their lifestyles, the rest slowly burning out from their health catching up.

Goodbye Mr. David. We may have never met, but my mother spins a yarn or two with fond mention of you, and I’m certain you and my dear old dad were pals of some sort. Or maybe rivals, I don’t know. Either way, may you be at peace.