*they don’t know either
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At least Lane and Zach continue to charm.
It really is the moment where the series ceases to be a comedy, and becomes a tragedy/cautionary tale about Rory’s wasted potential.
The later seasons of show constitute a tremendous bait and switch: a show that was sold to its viewers based on the witty repartee of single mom raising her daughter turns into a full scale celebration of how much better the rich are than us. In a just world, everyone in the life and death brigade would have lost…
I T.A.’d with a professor from a very WASP-y, upper-class background, and every now and again she would drop the names of actual people she knew from that area of her life, to her embarrassment and my amusement. I wish I could remember them all, but there was at least one unironic “Muffy.” Anyway, Bunny, Napolean, and…
Now I wish there was a Twiki Rameriz. He could say things like “Beeda beeda, que pasa, Buck?”
That’s not fair. Sewers actually serve a legitimate purpose.
Y’know after the Arab Spring I was willing to give Twitter a chance and believe that it was possible that it could be a force for good in the world but...
I don’t know know; I’m just here to say I hate Kinja.
Twitter is haunted by sea monsters.
Open sewer. Twitter is an open sewer...
I’m not sure how I feel about going on Twitter to tell Twitter that you don’t care what Twitter thinks.
Where is Manimal at these days, anyway?
Your going to burn the world down with this HOT TAKE.
This looks incredible.
The revolution will not be televised.
Hoping that the theme song is the B-52's Rock Lobster, but with Fred Schneider yelling BLACK PAN-THER in the updated mix.