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He’s the modern day Nero, only his fiddle will be Twitter.

Trent from Daria.

Maybe its just because I am a curmudgeonly old bibliophile, but I do not trust people who openly profess that they don’t read books.

They should put pies under a workout transparent floor. All kinds of pies, fruits and chocolate and coconut, just all kinds of pies. Working out with and for pies, I’d totally do that.

For me the ideal man would be a cross between Eddie Izzard and Henry Rollins. So if you find one of those fucking call me I’m coming over. Okay? I mean it.

As a straight white fellow, it definitely pushed the stereotype that I’m a slovenly half-wit whose only exercise comes from scratching himself with Cool Ranch caked fingers.

My friend’s son is almost 3, and he’s now old enough to bring daddy a beer. I think that counts.

You know, my SO told me about this, and I thought he was joking. (In my defense my SO didn’t know what specific day was being named a National Patriot Day, he helpfully suggested that it should be “the first Monday after the Super Bowl”). This is real life?? Making his own inauguration day a fucking holiday?? Even Kim

Saw this on Instagram:

Nice work. I can’t even get my movements to control MY movements when I’m drinking.

Cats are already a thing anyways.

It seems to me that the notion that female-coded things are infantilizing and not to be taken seriously is itself steeped in patriarchal ideals.

Not even. The Goo Goo Dolls were a punk-ish Replacements-style outfit turned straight up lite rock that your mom listens to when she fills the hot tub, lights the candles and breaks out the toolbox of dildos. There’s not a single song in their discography that one would honestly call “post-grunge.” They’re not even a

Feel like they’re all post grunge or post grunge adjacent.

This lineup is basically “imagine the shittiest state fair you can think of, then think of the bands/acts they’d have on Friday/Saturday”. Sweet Jesus.

Either “man, how crazy do you have to be that even Trump won’t let you play?” Or “man, how crazy do you have to be that even Ted Nugent won’t play for you?”

“...you can’t support the troops and be for national health care; that’s illegal in this country.”

This show sounds about as interesting as listening to my co-workers endlessly discussing crossfit and marathons while eating tuna straight out of the can at lunch.