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In 1990, young Zabella had to see everything Christian Slater was in. The spark that was started by the bashful brother in The Legend of Billie Jean turned into a huge crush after watching Heathers. I sat through Gleaming the Cube (someone in Hollywood was like “let’s make a movie with skateboards!”) and The Name of

attendees applauded anti-vaccine activist Mark Blaxill after he said, “When you hear people from the state public health department saying there is no risk, that [vaccines] are safe, this is the sort of thing that should cause you to be skeptical.

I’m calling Schadenfreude Festival.

People were scammed and I hope they get their money back.

I’m really enjoying my Fyre Festival experience.

Numerous reporters spotted carts of Bud Light being rolled into the Capitol in preparation for a GOP House celebration.

No, worries, mademoiselle, the oldest hipster in Brooklyn is on the case.

Looks like they blew the special effects budget on a Snapchat mustache filter.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

He seems less the rotund Belgian and more the guy at the state fair who has the T-shirt that reads “Free Mustache Rides!”

Newspaper? You were lucky. We had to line our crates with broken concrete and old razor blades. And pay the airline for the privilege.

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It’s not Mario Kart if you’re not shouting expletives and cursing someone’s existence.

Also:

I give it six months before we’re all just stuffed in dog crates with shredded newspaper inside and stacked in the hold next to our luggage.

This shit is maddening. I can’t make myself shorter!

Okay, now can I complain when someone reclines their seat in front of me?

Awesome! More places my long legs won’t fit.

Then THIS seems like a good place to share my little bit of insider info (that is now in a billboard interview so maybe not so insider-y anymore, and you may have already seen it all, but)!

I could seriously read a story a day about this. Just beam them straight into my eyeballs.

I know its supposed to be pronounced “fire”, but i keep reading it as “fry”. Then i get confused/hopeful that this was a french fry festival and wonder how they would fuck that up.