nightelfmohawk
nightelfmohawk
nightelfmohawk

I hate this stupid fantasy so much I could puke. It is almost never true. A couple of good looking white guys from a nice, intact family, with a good relationship with each other, boat loads of money, and gobs of fame - who told you you couldn’t make a successful music video? WHO? Was there even one single, solitary

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Looks like about 30 miles. Which Google Maps suggests would take anywhere from 45 minutes to 2 hours to make it in time for a 7:30pm weeknight puck drop.

The Nets attendance advantage is negligible at best and when you measure the two teams, scaled based on the sport they play, are actually worse.

The short pink coat looks like 90's throwback goodness, but the long one looks like a elderly family members comforter lined with fur.

Are we absolutely certain Papelbon isn’t related to Curt Schilling?

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According to Bjork, every boy is a snake is a lily and every pearl is a lynx, is a girl.

Right? The well-that-escalated-quickly is strong with this one. And it almost could have been funny. Almost. “I drank so much I thought I was Australian. Then I kept drinking and thought I was...

It sounds like one of those places where you sit at a grill and the chef cooks for you so he’d be getting the bulk of the tip.

Looks like he tried sacrificing a fried chicken or two. Per day.

Really! There is a huge difference between “That outfit is unprofessional” and “You look like a slut in that”.

This is kind of apples to oranges. It’s one thing to have conventions or rules about what one wears in a business setting, and these typically apply to men and women. If you show up to your business formal workplace in a skin-tight tube dress, that is not appropriate, but I don’t think anyone would argue that your

When I hear it, the tone used with “Damn. Thank you” usually means “You damned stuck-up bitch. You should be grateful that I’m paying any attention to you. The proper response from you is a ‘Thank you’ to me.” And that’s why I walk through my city with sunglasses and headphones destroying my hearing: so I can at least

Most of the times I’ve been catcalled have been first thing in the morning, after walking my kid to school. Baggy sweats, oversized hoodie, no makeup, greasy sloppy bun. My mother-in-law got catcalled in her gardening clothes. She’s 60.

GO girl. When I was younger, I used to dress in flannel shirts and jeans to avoid attention and instead of catcalls, I got insults, and even “well-meaning,” “Why do you dress like that??” Uh, because you told me to dress down if I didn’t want your fucking attention. Here it is, now STFU.

I am confused. Why would I force a person to play basketball with me if he/she was dressed like a basketball player? Does that happen? Forced basketballery?