“Work With White People”; “Sing, Rap, or Dance”; “Be Magic”; (Pangaean adds) “Let White People Steal Your Story”

Never Forgetti

I am certain that Lucas had it put into the terms of his sale that the Special Edition Trilogy is the only one that gets to exist now.

Okay, stay with me here.

We’ll still have ranch dressing and Mountain Dew Code Red. We should be fine....

maybe they could set it up like an online challenge....they like the online challenge.....

You’re going to need that

Dude is a glass of warm milk with legs.

I like the guy with the turtleneck except he must have forgotten to wear his gold chain on the outside of it.

As someone who’s highly empathic and needs a lot of sleep to process all that emotional incoming, I think the answer is: Weinstein doesn’t need a lot of sleep. Napoleon didn’t sleep much, and if I remember correctly, Hitler didn’t either. I really think I might be onto something here, like, there is a genuine link…

Seriously, it would be hard to find people who make you look guilter by association than those dudes. It seems like a lot of New York lawyers really think juries will be more sympathetic towards a guy who’s mobbed up. And shit, maybe they are. It didn’t work for Manafort, but those were Virginia charges, and those…

I think it’s the gruesome version of when people ask me how I find “so much time” to read: I just do. It’s an ingrained part of my existence. Always have a book with me so when I’m waiting in line, on the bus, slow times at work, wherever, I can read.

I hated 13 Reasons but there was a fantastic line about that:

I love the two bodyguards flanking him.

It’s like the old man version of dressing up the high school jock rapist as a nerd who never even heard of sex before.

I see he's adopting the foolproof "you wouldn't hit a guy with glasses, would you?" criminal defense tactic based on that photo header.

I mentioned the girl’s abilities and college. I will never forget her mother’s response. “My Candace could go to college?”

SCENE: A mostly black school district. Mahalia Jackson music plays quietly in the background. The classroom is dingy, the windows rain-streaked and filthy on the outside. An occasional clang comes from the radiators struggling to heat the room. An attempt has been made to brighten the classroom walls with posters of…

Clapback Mail is what keeps me alive these days. The ability to strike a perfect balance of shade and education/knowledge is a skill I can only dream of achieving. Please write all the books, sir Harriot. 

I have to ask.