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James?

And she shot a potato farmer in the head.

dust in my mindscape

Er, people are falling for it? He puts forth a lot of terrible art. People used to say "Jessica Simpson isn't that dumb. Her "chicken of the sea" bit is an act, and she's taking it to the bank." Um, she may have been making cash with the MTV show and shoes, but she was, in fact, that dumb. Which is fine — she wasn't

Against Salinger? In my opinion: yes.

I loved this episode! I wept hot, sad tears when Ygritte died in Jon's arms (even though I inside cringed a little at her dying words). That smile when he saw her even though her arrow was trained on him, and her shaken resolve... it was lovely and sad.

I've chosen to comfort myself with the belief that these children can't turn left.

He looks like the Aaron Carter that Aaron Carter always wanted to be.

Ugh, I went to school with Swiss twins. They were male models, Trilingual, ridiculously wealthy (they drove to school in twin Aston Martin Vanquishes), lived in a beautiful and world-renowned glamorous part of town, did extreme sports for fun, and were brilliant scholars.

Do short women favor Zac Posen or does Zac Posen make women look short?

Yeah, well, Iggy, you're not exactly a peer of Kurt Cobain's either, so I'd say you don't really have a dog in this fight. It's sweet that you are such a big Nirvana fan that you care deeply about how the tribute was handled, but don't fancy yourself the last bastion of safeguarding Kurt's honor. Let the old timers'

I don't believe Tracy is actually injured and in critical condition. Hes probably just pretending to be in the hospital to escape the pressures of stardom. Hes actually holed up in a warehouse somewhere ordering pizza with one slice taken out of it so he can pretend he's eating Pac-Man. Right?!

that is so many acids...oh my god. you're lucky you didn't Syd Barrett

Pissing contest on behalf of my beloved Mr. Fash….but it totally, utterly impacted me. So, that counts, right? Anywhoozle…here goes. I have changed the names of the friends involved to "Romeo and Juliet" to protect the not-so-innocent.

I thought so too until I tried it. It really does work, but its not fun. Its probably like what it feels like when you get bit by a snake and then die.

I spent a very lonely summer at home once during college where I basically just worked at a shitty chain restaurant all the time. One weekend, I randomly got called off and realized that Wilco was playing that night at a baseball stadium in a distant suburb that was so far out of the city it was almost farmland. I got

Yo Emma, you're one of the best commenters around, I don't know many who will dispute with that. But on this one you are WRONG. There is definitely a such thing as way too high. My best friend once got me laughing so hard that I started to hyperventilate and then I passed out. Too high.

Chill the fuck out. Is she posing with the food, 'shopping the image then posting it on social media as part of a paid campaign with a brand to advertise to her million followers without disclosing it? No? Then it's not about your girlfriend, and it's certainly not about you.

I also autumn and spring in the same place.

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