That’s Saint Lin-Manuel Miranda.
That’s Saint Lin-Manuel Miranda.
sorry if your question has been answered already, but colbert said on his show that he’ll decide what counts as a celebrity. I took that to mean he appreciates the non-celeb play along, but he ain’t got the cash to support every puberme hashtag.
.........Karen is such a bitch.......no sense of humor at all.......I loathe her....
The red eye effect really makes that.
Lin-Manuel Miranda is too pure for this world.
The City of Boston Archaeology program is amazing — I believe we’re one of the only cities to have a full-time archaeologist as a city employee. You can follow him and his work on Facebook:
It is true, I have been scouring antique markets and yard sales for months now in search of an old laudanum bottle that actually says “LAUDANUM” right on it. I plan to cork it and swig from it occasionally in public. The hipsters can have their mason jars, I want a laudanum bottle.
The nice thing about outhouses is that they are also often full of secrets. Drinking liquor in a dry town? Throw those empties in the outhouse! Reading naughty literature? Down the hatcheroo! (And yes, sometime we find well-preserved paper and textiles in privy deposits that were used for...reasons).
Can’t believe you left out Alison Brie.
This is a thing; people used to routinely throw trash in the outhouse.
I live in an older New England home, and the amount of junk we’ve found buried around our house is ridiculous. Old clothes irons, an entire locking mechanism for a door, broken china, etc.
Allow me the joke.
they were dressed as scientists, you were wearing culottes and a giant foam sombrero.
A lot of Indian reservations don’t have indoor plumbing, and what trash we can’t burn goes down the outhouse. I can see that it would definitely yield a lot of information about the inhabitants of the home.
I spent $35 dollars to park and walked down an ankle turning cobble stone street once to see Paul Revere’s home. 3 minutes later i was sitting in a Italian Restaurant enjoying a nice lunch.
Oh, sure...these guys can go rooting around in someone’s neighbors old latrine looking for garbage and it’s “science,” but I get caught one time looking through my neighbor’s trash and I’m a “creep” and a “weirdo” and if it happens again you’re going to “call the police,” Karen?
“What was going through your head when you were stabbing them? Did you think back to having rickets as a child, and just go ‘God is great?”
Scott Peterson has to be on her radar.
She’s totally gonna interview OJ, by the way. I mean, I dunno if he’s game, but he’s a narcissist, so probably.