I’m just bitterly amused by how often Half Scoop talks about “the family”. Gee, I wonder where a New Yorker picked up that little quirk?
I’m just bitterly amused by how often Half Scoop talks about “the family”. Gee, I wonder where a New Yorker picked up that little quirk?
And she says that without a hint of irony. What about all the women who got silenced by predatory men? Does she feel she missed out on their contributions to art, literature, journalism or music? Doubt it.
Charm? Yeah, he “charmed” her.
Mediocre white man uses the ghost of more talented black man as performance fodder during sports show that uses black men as pablum for the enjoyment of billionaires.
My family has gotten used to hearing my 3 am shouts of “BITCH YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK SHE MEANT”. I think it bugs me even more because she’s clearly supposed to be one of those precocious, old soul, wise beyond her years, every single early 2000s Dakota Fanning role kind of kids. So she’s either a smart kid who’s too…
The hyperbolic character of his assessment leads me to wonder how long he’s been familiar with mechanical engineering
That’s a really shitty reason to not tip.
greater equality, dignity, and opportunity to all Americans, regardless of race or background.
It was stuck in my head the second I read the title to this article.
I saw a cover band open with Walking On Sunshine. Friday night. Everybody smiling. Then...inexplicably song 2 was Angel. All joy was emptied from that room.
Then stop posting that.
My local classic rock radio stations do their part to address this bias by playing Pat fucking Benetar every other song.
Please tell me more about this ‘burrito country’ of yours.
The first comment is gold.
That kid is on the show Better Things and is basically an annoying hipster brat on it. So at least she’s found her niche. Her awful, awful niche.
They are everywhere in the OTA world (cord cutting hurts) but worse and more ubiquitous is the horrible “The General” insurance jingle.
I used to joke that that’s how one of my best friends and I met. People would really stare at us for a few minutes.
No. That song is cloying horseshit. Whether it’s about heroin or dogs, or dogs using heroin, it sucks all the balls
“CALL JG WENTWORTH 877 CASHNOW....!!!!!”
Ahhhh....Had....the time of my life, and I’d do it all again...