It’s unbelievably quaint that people in the 90s thought we were at “the end of the modern era” because the cold war was over. We relaxed for a decade, bought a lot of flannel, and then BAM.
It’s unbelievably quaint that people in the 90s thought we were at “the end of the modern era” because the cold war was over. We relaxed for a decade, bought a lot of flannel, and then BAM.
In referring to “the wrong side of the street” he seems to believe that people are legally obligated to stay to the right on sidewalks. (The monkey diagram shows that the couple were on the left.) That’s why he initiated the whole confrontation. Must be a really great lawyer!
somebody make a fake illusion example now with wildly incompatible sounds for the different images kthxbye.
Thank you for introducing me to this cool new band. I have a feeling my Zune will be playing the Sleater Kinneys on shuffle-repeat for years to come.
Look man, time just goes faster and faster and faster. The rest of your life is going to feel like a couple of years.
This story got me thinking that we really only hear about this sort of thing when the person being profiled actually interacts with a cop. There must be another giant layer of racist horseshit complaints that cops just filter out as noise.
Keith David, the (African-American) narrator for Ken Burns Jazz pronounces it that way. I always find it amusing because it makes “hhwite Americans” sound like some obscure, exotic people.
“But the commercials made it look so good,” said nobody under the age of 65.
you self-righteous biggot
a customer who is known for only tipping well when the service is excellent...
Of course not. You’ve got the very old audience (say, 70 and up), people in comas, people who are both deaf and blind, people in countries where it doesn’t run, people who have their panties permanently in a twist like Mike Pence, the starving hysterical and naked who are dragging themselves through the Negro streets…
I hear Fox is also developing a new late night talk show with the Duck Dynasty guys.
Yeah, when somebody puts a sign on an unremarkable street fixture, it’s like “what’s so special about this fucking iron fence? You’ve got nothing planted in here, fuck off.” We are generally equal-opportunity pissers because really the only sensible solution is to spread it out as much as possible.
In cities there are lots of rules that are taken more as suggestions, or ideal scenarios. New Yorkers love to jaywalk, for example - NYPD has pretty much officially decided that this is a law that does not need enforcement, and for a citizen to call 911 over jaywalking would be absurd - it’s technically illegal but co…
How did we get this far without a Dr. Octagonecologyst reference?
Because he shops exclusively at Whole Foods and, what’s that California one...Gray’s Papaya? Joe’s Safari?
Sure, but as some other commenter pointed out, there were a lot of other cops there. None of them know about it? It’s a whole department full of luddites?
It took me a while to remember that Rosie O’Donnell is not the same person as Rosanne Barr, so I was very confused by this story.
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There is a fine line between being gloriously hysterical for the right reasons and being a terrible douchebag, though. Just ask Win Butler. Seems like pretty much all our particularly emo rock heroes start by doing one and end up with the other.