Om nom nom. His failure is delicious.
Om nom nom. His failure is delicious.
wwwwwwhhhhaaaaaaat? Wow. That's....words fail me O.O
You'd think...but I think they chose night on purpose, set it up so that people were already a heartbeat away from lashing out, so that they could sit back the next day and be smug about how ill-mannered POC were, like they—and Michael Brown—brought it on themselves.
This. They were baiting the people outside, setting POC up to look like assholes, so they could say afterward, "See, we were right, told you so." Assholes.
At least we all suffer together :P
Goddamnit. That just immediately got the song stuck in my head. Mentally, I'm throwing a shoe at you for this.
National Institute of Mental Health?
^_^ Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps.
Just when I think I know how gross and unlikeable Elvis is, a factoid like that comes up. I'm going to go cleanse my auditory palate with some Chuck D now.
Stir shit long enough, and you get poop butter. Nobody wants that on their toast, y'know?
Gross. Timely doesn't equal appropriate, Corktown Printers.
...And yet. *nods* I get it. That's why I quit smoking when I had a tumour removed earlier this year. It turned out to be benign, but it was a pretty scary wake-up call. And I had this sense that if having a tumour removed wasn't the thing that made me quit, then nothing short of an actual diagnosis would. That's what…
It's awful and I love it.
We all die alone whether there's someone else in the room or not.
You are so not alone in your loathing of it. http://uprisingradio.org/home/2005/12/1…
Fuck cigarettes, and fuck cancer, but sometimes even the health-conscious get taken—my mom was 59 and never smoked a day in her life. Cancer isn't picky. It just likes to destroy.
It's a tilioniger.
Oh god, I bet that kitty has the cutest spotty belly ever. I want to nom on it!
That ruff definitely says "ragdoll" to me :)