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In 20 years that kid will be doing the same thing to a robot (should he survive losing all that face).

“Where are we going for brunch Sunday?”

This site needs a daily advice column, hosted by dishwashers, in their native tongues. Questions in English, answers in printed Hmung, Russian, Swahili etc

More like Cringe Collinsworthless amirite

Fucking elves, man

Is there such a thing as “right wing art”? Isn’t it just propaganda? Just what were the politics of say, the impressionists?

She has gone to join my other girlfriends Samantha Stephens, and Princess Leia. While I wish Janet Wood the best in the remainder of her days, I am comforted to know we will all be together someday, in that great hot tub in the sky.

Well...good.

Isn’t what we said about Google Glass?

Emma’s going to bummed when she finds out Knots Landing was cancelled

Yes, happy birthd-

How’s that treasonous collusion case coming along? How much longer do we have to endure this shit

Did you hear her whisper to him to not forget to throw his jacket on the fire at the very end? And what kind of moron puts the gas can under the burn area? I know the answer to this rhetorical question is self-evident in the clip, but come on.

Wow that was terrible- why did I watch the whole thing?

1. When you see sftechperson punch him in the face.

Yeah, what to say- godfather of modern porn finally dies? My first trite thought is that Cooper Hefner is not a great name. No offense, Coop- yer dad wasn’t a creative, per se

I bet you could shave a half hour off that 2 hr TJ quagmire if the checkers stopped personally engaging everyone ahead of you with open ended questions about how your day is going, or—“what are you doing with the rest of your day”— type bullshit. I just need a case of Shiraz mf

I totally represent people who didn’t understand this retrospectively and blatantly obvious, crucial distinction until right now. Thank you, HK; I’m sorry.

This is why you don’t give a Replicant its own talk show.

“When I have nothing to say my lips are sealed; say something once- why say it again?” -David Byrne, MCMLXXVII