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just stopping by to say RIP i thee dread

Thing about that is that aliens, at least, are real.

I hate lipgloss because it gets stuck on cups and glasses and because my hair sticks to it. Otherwise I like the look and don’t mind the texture. Touching polar fleece on the other hand drives me crazy.

also, “You have to be cruel to be kind”. But only in the right measure.

It certainly looks like it tastes like tears.

Skyr is so good. Iceland has some gross foods, but skyr is not one of them.

I would love to write a feature on Fleetwood Mac. Jefferson Airplane, too.

We Scots fellas are also emotionally repressed. Until we have a drink. Then people just wish we were emotionally repressed.

Ours wants to bang his own daughter.

Well... Europe does have some frighteningly far right factions. Like facism far-right. But that is an entire continent. The Scottish themselves seem very cool.

Prom 2001 here. Yep, It was frosted eyeshadows, chunky heels and frosty matching dresses in pastels.

I am blown away by the amount of people who post their kids all over tinder. That’s an automatic left swipe.

Wendi goes out and gets exactly what the fuck she wants and I. Ain’t. Mad. At. It.

Yeah. Not only that, but as completely unsolicited and unwanted sexy-talk, that is just ‘old-man-in-a-van’ creepy.

“and then we both decided that I wasn’t going to call him anymore. And we agreed I wouldn’t return his calls. And then we concurred that I should untag myself from all his instagrams. And then we settled on sending his emails to spam. Oh that’s what ghosting is? Oh, yeah I totally ghosted on him then.”

I can understand how some people might mistake that for Satan, but that is clearly the archangel Gabriel’s cat named Snickers that jumped on the food image transmitter.

I fucking love Lonely Island. “YOLO” is one of my favorite songs in a non-ironic way. It’s the first time I’ve found Adam Levine to be extremely sexy. “Jack Sparrow” makes me pee my pants and also has one of the best gifs to send to a loved one:

To be fair, Rush is a spittle-spewing blowhard who always sounds like his own neck fat is trying to strangle him and probably can’t walk more than 20 feet without having to sit down and wheeze as his own body tries to take one for the team and crush his heart from the inside. Cruz seems positively dapper by comparison.

Before she met Kendall she was Carlie Closs.