90's fashion was fucking atrocious. Tribal tattoos, piercings everywhere, ugly thrift store sweaters and cardigans, beanies the size of trash bags, JNCO jeans, gas station attendant work shirts, Lollapalooza hair. Then Limp Bizkit and Blink-182 came along and made things worse with the “Angry suburban white kid…

Zack Snyder, the thinking man’s Michael Bay.

Did David Icke or any of his “theories” ever come up? What about Phil Schneider and the whole Dulce firefight with aliens?

Oh I’m sure it’ll be fine...

Hey there, fellow San Diegan here. First of all, fuck Spanos. Second: nope, not with my fucking money he’s not. Our public transit is a joke and you know this, but yeah, let’s help this clown buy a stadium instead. I have a better idea, I hope you don’t think I’m being facetious. Why doesn’t Dean host bake sales or…

As a San Diegan, I can assure you that I don’t give a fuck about any of that. The neighborhood I live in had to wait 12 fucking years for the city finally get around to repaving the streets. I’m not just talking about a few shallow potholes here or there. Shit looked like Baghdad.

WOW. MUCH QUIET. VERY CONCENTRATE. I AM PIKTUR.

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