I watched some docuseries that Keven Hart has on Netflix at the beginning of covid/sheltering in place. In the show he addresses his dalliances with other woman while married as well as showed a little more into his life. I went into it a fan of his, and left the show thinking he was a complete and total idiot as well…

I don’t give a single fuck what Kevin Hart has to say about anything. Next.

Turns out that Yosemite Sam’s “real” name is Samuel Rosenbaum.

“I like cartoon characters that DON’T get their biscuits burned.”

Aww thanks! I feel the same about every one here! It’s kind of crazy how much anonymous commenting can feed one’s need for contact, in a way that regular social media can’t. Maybe it’s just much more honest? Facebook is a highlight reel of curated joy, and most people are scared to be honest on there. I’d rather come…

Excellent momming imo. As a kid, I was the fam laundress, there were 5 of us. Incentivized by fifteen cents a load, which was enough for a movie, popcorn and a coke! I can multiply most numbers by 15, and I am an excellent laundress now, so bonus!

I don’t understand.

Talk is cheap. These slurs and attempts to degrade women are old and obvious. Actions speak louder than words. 

lol at all the wailing Cats fans in my mentions. You can cry to someone if you’d like, but you can’t cry to me. I. Dont. Care.  Your shitty tastes in arts is a personal problem, not mine.

No? No one deserves anything.

“The problem with the film was that Tom Hooper decided that he didn’t want anybody involved in it who was involved in the original show,” he told The Sunday Times in an interview. “The whole thing was ridiculous.”

It would be a big relief to not have a POTUS who incessantly tweets every malformed thought oozing from the toxic gelatin in his head. That alone will be a huge step forward..

I wouldn’t say I’m enjoying it, but don’t you find it mildly amusing?

I have always thought Ellen had dead-looking eyes. Like, she can smile and chatter and talk, but her eyes are always shuttered. She smiles with the corners of her eyes, not her eyes, so to speak.

I feel like you’d need to go big enough to take out the entire neighbourhood or risk covering everything in irradiated shit.

Mine are the usual for downtown Seattle in the late nineties/early aughts in a large bookstore: pee everywhere, shitting in the urinals, junkies ODing in the stalls, “adult” magazines with horrific substances sprayed across the centerfolds.

Haha it’s a show called Letterkenny on Hulu. Kind of a riff on Trailer Park Boys, but absolutely worth a view 

I used to work at a Starbucks in Harvard Square, MA. One guy came out of the bathroom, grinning. I go in - 3 out of the 4 walls were a Jackson Pollock painting, using only brown.

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Exactly. This ain’t her first rodeo. It’s just the biggest ring.