And the tech that got man to the Moon had less memory than your cell phone :)
Bottles the mind, don’t it?

Gratis?

Do it. DO IT.

You needed one of these, good sir:

An Ode to Headshots:

“srry after i assassinated you if it looked like i was tea bagging,
i was trying not to get hit in the head.
dont think me crass, i was just saving my ass,
not purposefully disrespecting the dead.”

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Welcome to the new Gawker, same as the old Gawker.

Never buy condoms with the word “classic” on the box.
You might as well fuck with a Wellington on your cock.

Life, the Game.

PROCJAM, the proctologist’s Lollapalooza.

Counterpoint, Lucy Liu ain’t as popular as she once was, and two, I have no idea who those other two people are. This is how executives think when they decide who to cast.

/alsonotascientistasyouareabouttosee

When we do get around to building a space elevator, why not have a pump system to drain some of the ocean due to melting ice caps attached to the elevator and just blast water into orbit and make rings around our planet? Since we’re not going to bother with global warming anyways,…

You died inside the moment you signed up for facebook anyways.

I wonder how Rosie O’Donnell feels...

If you take what bloggers say seriously, I feel bad for you, son. I got 99 problems but Feinberg ain’t one.

He chose one based on how likely people were to believe he’d do anything with her. It didn’t work, but...
M! She major ugly! O! She fat and pugly! Oh my god yes the cow goes Moo!

Instantly made me think of this:

Perfect for those with statues of lions outside their front door in Cheshire.