This.

A quick trip through the Mission in SF shows this to already be true. I am pretty close to having a Cartman level genocide of these fuckers.

Very Belichikian.

Not me, I like abnormally small feet. I'm bound to them, you could say.

And that is a bad thing? I'd rather be a skin jacket than pay ATT or Apple more money.

Hazel Mae DUAN,

Or plastic surgeon.

You people?

I agree. Stiller is a squawking twat. He plays two characters, the loveable loser (Something About Mary, That Piece of Trash with Jennifer Aniston) or a weirdo with a deep voice(Fat Camp, Dodgeball). I want to punch him in the throat and then assbang his wife.

Bright Eyes, or any other time that whiny little bitch, Conor Oberst, starts screeching about love, loss, and fixed gear bicycles.

Despite all evidence to the contrary, Rick Neuheisel is not Ellen Degeneres.

I mean, have you TASTED this stuff?

"How did Jim McMahon survive the honor code" is the new "Why don't they make the whole plane out of the little black box" observation.

Better than trying the standing 69 in front of them. Paul's a sensitive fellow.

Reading it isn't the problem, I can't post and my therapist says I need to interact more.

1. Nothing yet, west coast time. If I drank with you all, I'd be dead by 9 pm.

"Took his cash teat and went home."

That is a pretty sic article. Did John Salley transcribe that?

In honor of "Goodbye Horses" please enjoy this.

Ignore, comment system strikes again.