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Lux Panic
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I saw a bra strap once. Woke up six days later in a ditch outside of Reno, covered in blood and cocaine. Never saw my car again.

Ohh. I think sea lions may have solved the men taking up too much space on the subway problem.

I was mentioned by name in a suicide note by a boy I'd turned down. While I feel badly for his death, I do not, cannot and WILL NOT take blame for his actions because I refused to date him. I am so sick of this idea that men are owed a date/kiss/blowjob/anything just because they want it. Nobody owes anybody

I have been waiting for quite a while to bust this one out but:

But, Erin! Not ALL douchebags try to raise money for charities.

Sadly, yes. But watching the meltdowns would be fun.

Not in the least; I was pointing out how utterly self-defeating it is to stare down one's nose at others whilst missing the festering zit resting on that selfsame nose.

Cinnamon Teddy Grahams FTW!

Here's the problem with the mockney accent - so often it comes across as taking the piss. Nothing is more obnoxious than well-off (or even solidly middle class) people putting on an accent, trying to make themselves sound more "authentic, as it were.

Rodents of unusual size? I don't believe they exist . . . Oh damn I should probably have a gif here. You all know the one I mean. Just imagine it . . .