I would like to use this as an opportunity to promote Peaky Blinders on Netflix because it is awesome as fuck. Hardy plays a the head of London’s early 20th century Jewish gangs. I am giddy with excitement every time he is on the screen because he rocks the shit out of the role.
I prefer the Met Gala couch dress to this horrifyingly tacky and unflattering monstrosity.
First, as to the question at hand: I did my Master’s thesis, at least in part, on Michael Jackson. He was a fascinating character. I’m happy to share some tidbits if people want to hear them.
What sort of tax base does Rack City have?
What sort of tax base does Rack City have? Is it largely property tax based or is there a municipal sales tax that contributes to whatever sort of budgetary surplus you seem to think they have? Is it something like Vernon where it’s almost entirely zoned for industrial purposes with almost no residents? Is Tyga an…
The actual funeral for my grandfather? Was fine—as fine as something like that can be. It was the day after that things got bad—9/11/01.
My dad´s story: When he was a little kid the father of one of his friends died and he was taken to his first funeral, he couldn´t have been more than six or seven years old at the time and really didn´t know what was happening because nobody took the time to really explain the situation to him. He was told to “say…
My family originates from Irish peasant stock, which contributes to a somewhat no-nonsense attitude to death. When I was about six, my grandfather died in Ireland. Far-flung sons, daughters and their families gathered for the funeral.
This is kinda triggering for me, bc we are almost at the 30-year mark. It’s probably not funny, or strange, but it will be cathartic to write.
After being dead for 18 years, my father in law still has a stalker.
Adding freestyle rap battle to my memorial service plans. (Paid mourners, and shooting my ashes out of a cannon to “Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen are already on the list.)
Alright, I obviously was not there, but this is one of the best funeral/memorial stories I’ve heard to date:
Just this summer, my uncle died. His cremated remains were brought from his state of residence to SC for interment. The graveside service, attended only by family, was held in the middle of the day during that godawful heat wave we had. It was 108 degrees. Three generations of my family stood around in our Sunday…
I am going to keep this one short and sweet.
GET OUT (leave)
Hate peppers. And they’re so good at their job removing them doesn’t even help.
Ok, “white privilege on fleek” is hereby the only acceptable use of ‘on fleek’. It has been decreed.
I don’t see anyone saying it’s bullshit she didn’t get shot. There’s a lot of, if she was black she’d have more holes than the community rack at the bowling alley, but that’s saying it’s bullshit she would have been shot if she was black. Right? That’s how it reads to me, anyway.
Plus putting her hands in her pockets and taking them out repeatedly. The same one cackling at this story would have found a way to condemn the dead black person for not sitting like a statue
