When my grandma died I found this in her room, I laughed so hard and I made me much more happy
(via lost-in-the-echo)Source: weallheartonedirection
I am always interested in venturing in to new fandoms.
Currently Watching: SPN, OuaT, Shinsekai Yori
(Will Eventually Continue) Reading: LotR, The Death Cure
Actually Currently Reading: Order of the Phoenix (very slowly since I don't want Sirius to die again), GoT
A few years ago, however, he lost one of his dogs to a rattlesnake. He is a dog guy—a little sign about men and dogs adorns a living-room wall otherwise dominated by signed photographs of dignitaries—and he set about to get another, preferably hypoallergenic. He saw a black cocker-spaniel mix on the Web site of a rescue organization and called the number. The woman who answered said she’d be happy to bring the dog to his house, but then she explained that the dog had been abandoned and picked up malnourished off the street. “He has to love you,” she told George Clooney, “or else I have to take him back.”
At first, he found himself getting nervous—“freaking out.” What if the dog didn’t love him? Then he responded. “I had some turkey bacon in the refrigerator,” he says. “I rubbed it on me. I’m not kidding. When she came over, the dog went crazy. He was all over me. The woman said, ‘Oh, my God, he’s never like this. He loves you.’ ”
He has told this story before. He has even told it to Esquire before. That he tells it again—that it’s the first story he tells—serves to announce what is essential about himself: that he’s a man who will do what it takes to win you over, even applying bacon as an unguent.
No one does the fame thing like George Clooney. Here’s even more proof.
(via whatthefawkes)Source: esquire