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Cylontater: Bowling Green Survivor
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“The other guy from Scary Movie 2"?

Oh GELLA, I can’t even make a connection there, because in every pic I see of Grande she is all curled up on a divan (look out Mariah!), swathed in enormous coats.

We’re all doomed or maybe this is hell I don’t know. It’s done, over, kill us, our free will shows we can’t be trusted. Smoke’em if you got’em folks it doesn’t matter anymore.

WTF is happening here people???? who the fuck created this little monster???

This girl is still a thing?

If one puts the entire life story, warts and all, out on Facebook, one richly deserves whatever happens

Tolstoy and Gogol’s desks were turned into kindling given how often the latter burned his manuscripts and the former attempted to do so. Dostoevsky donated his to a wandering, wayward monk who traded it for some kvass. Kafka’s was condemned (for roaches). And Proust despaired of finding the perfect one, desperately

In her time, she (Ayn Rand) was probably writing on Alan Greenspan’s back (he actually did have a sexual relationship with her)!

Now I need a twitter account detailing the fictional writing desks of famous authors. Emerson’s is just a pile of leaves next to a pond. Mary Shelley’s is her mother’s grave. Ayn Rand writes on the back of Paul Ryan, who considers it an honor.

Omg where is this magical place??? Please, please, I need a job there. It sounds so. wonderful. So, so wonderful.

AND a courtesy stall! It is known, or SHOULD be, that the stall furthest from the door is the designated dookie stall. I am filled with rage when I’m in there just poopin’ away and someone comes in and uses the stall directly next to me when I KNOW all of the other stalls are unoccupied. (Exceptions made if those

MORE WINDOW BOOKS, PEASANTS!

Yes yes and yes.

My work is a delightful utopia. We have a gym at our facility and immediately outside of our gym area is a whole row of eight bathrooms. Each a single person bathroom with solid walls and a solid sound proof door on them. Each has a constant (quiet) running fan and a shower, a sink, a comfy loveseat and are fully

Someone I know who has no problem discussing anything in public once posted the following on Facebook: “The best part about my new job is that I live close enough that I can go home to poop where no one will hear!”

I have a burning question. I waste time at work on Jezebel. But how does Jezebel waste time at work?

Color will distract the workers from giving their complete attention to work.—Borg Commandment XXXIV

Christ have the decorators heard of colour?

DO IT!!

“Now at The Met:Cylontater’s giant Peen Mosaic”