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Biting Through
biting-through

It could be worse. The full version was, “What, you’re no longer down with this dominant, prominent, malcontent, nonevent, rubber cement, breach of trust with fraudulent intent pussy?” 

She looks like she was made out of all the crap God had left over after building Britney Spears.

A shame Rik Mayall isn't around to do a cameo

I have. It is most definitely a series of moving pictures on a screen in a large room, perhaps being hyperbolic in saying that is the only good thing to say about the movie. 

This kind of shit just makes me think of when the smoking ban in bars went into effect. Suddenly, a lot of us smokers were forced to go outside on the patio and interact with other smokers we weren’t normally friends with or were really just bar friends. So I found myself surrounded by some right wingers from time to

Ellen, GWB tried to put an anti-LGBT amendment in the Constitution because he was antsy about not getting a second term and needed to fire up the base. As in, he literally believed you and your wife weren’t entitled to the rights he has, which laid the foundation for Trump to win now.

They should seriously hire a 7-year-old girl to portray Trump. I don’t mind Baldwin’s clowning (although it’s pretty tired at this point), but getting an actual child to portray a 70-year-old man who acts like one would be priceless.

Fact: instead of position of “best boy,” they instead have “absolute worst boy.”

U2 - Faithful listener for 20 years from Boy through All You Can Leave Behind. And then I just lost interest. The songs had become more competent than inspired, but that wasn’t the only reason. I just couldn’t relate to the band members anymore. They seemed more like CEOs in a billionaires club than peers. Around the

no one wants to eat the rich when they look so unappetizing.

From 2002 people, 2002.

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Jeez, is there anything this broad won’t quit?

A “faithful take” on Dickens would require dozens of hours and need to perfectly replicate the feeling of being trapped in a miserableist literary world where the author is paid by the word and milking every penny of it. “Saw” as written by the New York Review of Books would about cover it.

The South is littered with statues of “job creators”.

You do not fuck with the woman who gave the world the term “the zipless fuck.”

Weird, I’m getting one result 

PS: when I said familiar voice, of course I’m talking about ‘that’ voice.