The real change is... ON THE INSIDE.
There Are Four Lights
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Man, I love people who self-own through being hilariously inept. You know, pumpkin thieves, thin-skinned vulture capitalist owners of blog sites, those kinds of folks.
God, I hope that "lock him up" chant burned its way into his insecure little facsimile of a soul and we get a torrent of rage tweets about it tomorrow. HOOK IT TO MY VEINS!
On behalf of all the Nationals fans and the residents of the District of Columbia, I invite you to kick rocks, you bitter, angry hack.
Luhnow’s just afraid that if he fingers the responsible individuals, he’ll spark a cival war in his front office and then the umpires will have to get involved.
Because of the prevailing belief that admitting you’re wrong is a sign of weakness.
I, too, look forward to being able to easily identify the least original people in my social media feeds.
You should learn to read.
This is more embarrassing than my unintentional smear campaign against Sports Illustrated when Kathy Ireland was on the cover.
It’s Data trying to mimic a smile
He's actually standing in this picture.
“Taubman, a former fantasy baseball expert and investment banker...”
It was very professional, she said please when she should have just said fuck off.
This is just fucking gross. Thats really all I can say about it.
I work late hours and am usually the last person in our small office building. It’s a small building, only 6 floors. The entire first floor is just the open atrium style lobby, a large conference room, bathrooms and building management offices. There are only four tenants in the building: second floor is split with a…
I used to work in medical records and would be there overnight in a silent office off of the main hospital. No one around unless I walked down a long silent hallway into the main facility. I had an encounter similar to this. I hate being in empty office buildings, especially after hours.
GIRL NO, HE WILL DO TO YOUR LIFE WHAT I JUST DID TO YOUR SHOES.
Holy crap.
The real people stories are always the scariest. Always.
Severely not digging the tryptophobia eyes on that piece of artwork.