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And your martini had better be made with gin, or else it's just a cocktail. I'm talking to you, vodka.

I wondered if they got sick of all the wack social justice warriors annoying them with variations of, "PR1VILEGE POOR PEOPLE LOVE EATING PIMPLES ARGLE BARGLE FOOD CHOICE IS PERSONAL THAT'S A TRADITIONAL LUXUMBERGON STEW YOU XENOPHOBE."

These Two Thousand and Late bitches are saying that because Riff Raff has a bunch (which Ninja from Die Antwoord pioneered) and he's one of the go-to guys for clueless fashion people to pick up on ironic "street" trends, because he reps brands like Nasir Mazhar, the current king of hip fashion among the cognoscenti.

He is a dick and he can join Thurston Moore in the special space for alternative dicks who think that just by being alternative, their midlife crisis is not a freaking cliche.

"I wanna gyre and gimble all over your tits." Bulletproof.

For some odd reason I've always found that invoking Lewis Carroll in dirty talk is either a Grand Slam or an instant strike-out.

Shush. Here, start weaving tinsel into your eyebrow hairs. You'll like it.

A mixture of Tap and Modern Hip Hop. I call it....TIP TOP.

Perhaps your female teachers were simply less patient with how you tried to participate in discussions without doing the reading.

The foxiest of foxes.

Yup. Better get over there to England to teach them how to speak English right, right?

Aaaah. I am a historian, 20th century beauty is one of my specialty areas, and this gives me HIVES. It's not even remotely accurate. It's more like a makeup artist's vague modern take on decades past. Pretty, but NO.

Fuck it, we're starting a Male Ass Appreciation Thread.

I thought British porn was a properly made cup of tea being stirred at just the right speed, with a steamy kettle whistling in the background. And a splash of milk at the end. Biscuit foreplay.