*immediately starts scouring the comments to see which regulars have disappeared*

So, a social media-born term I never understood is now being slowly developed into an old media profit device even after it wore out its welcome.

If you’re a manager of a Target, I assume you can afford a smartphone. Hell, I live under the poverty line and find a way to afford my work-required smartphone (b/c my work stinks and won’t reimburse me for the costs). You can watch porn on your smartphone. You don’t need to use the work computer, which pipes music…

Obama wasn’t a banker, either, but I recall him rushing back to D.C. as well.

I’ve always wondered what it must be like to live on a hill covered with rain-slick grass.

let’s call the whole thing immaculate conception

My Brain: Oh wow, that line is in terrible taste. Who could have—wait—lips! That’s slightly better than what I thought it said. Hey me, we should get more sleep.

*insert joke about penis extension here*

And when angry Christians got the film Life of Brian banned in many British towns, they freely admitted having not seen the film. They claimed it was making fun of Christ; actually, most of the film mocked organized religion and blind faith.

There is already a sexy Pizza Rat costume...but yes, Daria. Now and forever. Got anyone to be Jane or Quinn?

Not to be Calvinist, but the authority of Scripture is not through rational argumentation or proofs, but through the witness of the Holy Spirit.

misandry becase steeling our job and i dont need movies to tel me how tolive my life so u arent so smart now

Race it off...?

And I was under the impression that they were afraid of arming slaves until the desertion rate near the end of the war forced them to accept black men as Confederate soldiers. The things one learns...

Happy This-is-Still-a-Bank-Holiday-for-Some-Reason Day! Me and my undeserved privilege are gonna go home and feast on dry toast.

And for many songs, that’s the case. Unless a cover gets a dramatic new take (All Along the Watchtower, via Jimi Hendrix) or is stripped down to core emotion (Hey Ya!, Obadiah Parker), or turns the whole damn thing on its head (Hot in Herre, a la Jenny Owens Young) — well, there’s a reason live-band karaoke exists.

30 Helens agree...

I never thought I’d see the day when getaway drivers are being underbid by Uber. When is the state legislature going to do something about this?

Sounds intriguing; however, I’m unsure of how sexy I want my Jesus costume to be and will have to figure out the appropriate level of trigger warnings.

Shhh! Don’t tell Kara Brown.