It’s FANFICTION. They’ve always been doing fanfiction.

He’s obsessed with psychopathic behavior and it’s BORING.

It’s not for running. It’s for wearing yoga pants (that never see a single yoga pose) and strolling around.

“If you waste my food, you will never get another PB and J sandwich. Ever. Try me.”

SAMANTH-ER!!!

“Look at me! I’m a sexy badass Manic Pixie Psychopath, in tight clothes and a smug smile of dominance, but I promise to be overcome by male characters or dead as a doornail before the end of the series!”

This is going to suck.

The three-part miniseries comes from Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss, the pair responsible for making me wish Sherlock and Moriarty would just bone die already.

Wow. Some of y’all need to...take a lap.

So, basically, you went online, typed in “Top Classic Rock artists played on radio” and published what you found.

Be fair: They at least gave songwriting credit when they did it. Which means, hopefully, the artist got paid. Of course, that’s unlikely given the way white entrepreneurs stole copyrights from old artists for a pittance and their descendants still live on the royalties.

“Democratic slut”?

Fresh from the new Kardashian Kinderwhore Kollection!

Not the standing ovation victory lap after killing that ISIS leader that he expected,eh?

“Also, arguing the point of, ‘but it was a subordinate’ is about the lamest shit I’ve ever read.”

But the snakes want to be boots! They long for it!

*sigh*

“Caroline in the City”!

Hell, no.

How do you know your gender? It’s a question. Explain to me how you know that you are a man or woman. I’m not talking about looking down and seeing your genitals or outward appearance. I’m not talking about what the state considers you legally or what others have told you that you look like.