Actually my problem is a lack of apathy. This bullshit would be much easier to bear if I didn't give a fuck. But, damn it, I do.
Actually my problem is a lack of apathy. This bullshit would be much easier to bear if I didn't give a fuck. But, damn it, I do.
My wife works with a guy whose wife was an accountant at a construction company and she ended up embezzling a couple hundred thousand dollars to feed her addiction to slot machines (SLOT MACHINES!). She avoided jail by paying it all back but they had to sell the family home and land (which had been in the family for…
If America had nationalized health care at the beginning of Breaking Bad, Walter White would not have need to start cooking meth to pay for his treatments. Thus, no Breaking Bad.
U.S.A!
U.S.A!
U.S.A!
After gorging on depressing and enraging Government Shut Down articles and opinion pieces for the last few days I really needed some news that was utterly pointless, had no long term effect on our failing democracy and that, ultimately, I couldn't care less about.
Which patch of hair we talking about?
I can. But then I have a wrecking ball fetish.
Burgess is so old fashioned. People today like to name their kids after small to mid-sized cities in flyover states. That's why I named my kids 'Jefferson City' and 'Paducah'
[FARTS]
(I had to google Mein Kampf from work to be sure I had spelled it correctly. It would be a bad day for someone to check out my search history)
Morrissey's Autobiography: like Mein Kampf, only whinier.
NOM is murder!
It was a dark and stormy shibboleth. Suddenly, a moribund rang out!
Welcome to the club. We've been saying the same thing around here for a few years now.
I'm guessing that this time of year it's hard for a non-sports person to judge which sport 'the boys' will be heavily involved in from day to day.
Personally I thought she was hilarious this ep. Her jealous mocking of Mike and Axl's text conversations was a high point of the episode for me.
It also seems she's had some work done around the eyes.
Word. But that whole thing felt so true to me. High school heartache (esp. the self inflicted kind) is so painful but so very relatable.
the kid lives 42 minutes away. He'll be home once his laundry gets too stinky to rewear and as hot as its been that'll probably be within the week.
And that actor plays Brad with a perfect blend of heart and enthusiasm.