Ad hominem attacks suck, and our using them gives Bannon and his acolytes cover. We should stop doing this and focus on all the horrible shit he does.
Ad hominem attacks suck, and our using them gives Bannon and his acolytes cover. We should stop doing this and focus on all the horrible shit he does.
I can't. I like him, but it's not very hard to sing along with Morrissey.
His voice? He croons two notes. I like his music but he doesn't have what I'd call an exceptional range.
"Guys, there's going to be a plot on 9/11/01 to crash planes into everything."
[Nobody listens]
[Disaster strikes]
[You are detained in Gitmo forever for having this information]
They'll be back. Six months from now, when they'll release the next one, only the controller wire will be 3' long, and the only available game will be Q-Bert. They'll make 17 of them.
Padme's dead.
"Among those represented: Leia, Rey, Jyn Erso, and Ahsoka Tano."
Well that's pretty much all of them.
Couldn't have. I was only offered the thing a few weeks ago.
Oh when that girl grows up and starts menstruating…that bear is gonna show up.
I'm for it. That would be goddamn amazing.
For real though, that girl's gonna get killed by that bull.
I'm paranoid that the person who offered me the deal will see that I'm shit talking the project. You could drive yourself nuts, but I assure you at best you'd go "Oh yeah…I don't care about that guy."
That's about the level of stardom I'm talking about. Guy wasn't a reality star, but yeah, he had about the same amount of juice as Puck.
Less important.
Lower caste than Corey. There had once been a brief window of time where it might have been a good thing to be Corey Feldman, believe it or not. This guy never had that.
"Right there. Did you see it, where the one paragraph ended and the other started. That was where I went on break. I poured myself three fingers of rye, jacked it in my living room, and then took a two flush shit. What does this have to do with the story? Nothing. I just wanted to let you know that you're a piece of…
I got offered a chance to ghostwrite a novel for a D-level celebrity (I say D-level because I assume that's the lowest. Is there an E-level?). I didn't want to do it, but maybe there was money in it.
"$4,000." That's not a lot of money for the amount of work that would go into this kind of effort. But maybe it's worth…
Hey man, the guy needs sponsors. I see him working.
Oh they're giving us Silk Stockings? How retro.
The boomers dying off won't fix anything. You'll just be the new old generation. Because if you think people born in the 50's have the patent on being set in their ways, you are gravely mistaken.