EAT THE RICH

Jim Johnson accusing someone of withholding documents is about the largest case of projection I’ve ever seen. The guy covered up the sexual assault of men’s wrestlers for years. 

I didn’t know who...but I knew someone would.

What is a boy to do?

I bet they wouldn’t even know everybody’s name.

Let him keep talking. Make everything a matter of public record. I want him to shoot himself in the dick via twitter.

They will be getting their windfall in September, so it seems like a well timed bribe to me.

As someone who spent the better part of the early 90s with a horrendous heroin addiction (lost our family, friends, and spent couple years living on the LA streets until we got our lives together- thanks to the magic of a pregnant street cat who gave us 6 lives to live for), I am sending this young lady all my love…

NEVER EVER THREATEN MASCARA AGAIN OR YOU WILL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES THE LIKES OF WHICH FEW THROUGHOUT HISTORY HAVE EVER SUFFERED BEFORE. WE THIRTY-FOUR YEAR OLD MOMS ARE NOT ONES WITH THE MONEY OR TIME FOR EXPENSIVE LASH TREATMENTS. BE CAUTIOUS!

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Oh, the irony.

Iran’s reply should be, “Don’t start nothin’.  Won’t be nothin’.”

Sex pest. Sex Pest. Sex pest. SEX PEST. 

Great.

311 wins this, it’s the better of the covers. So, I have just complimented 311.

Every line of this Newswire is dripping with smugness. I love it! But come on, Clayton. Admit that teenage you owned Smash and 311.

Taken as a diptych, we can infer that the Offspring and 311 buses are both headed to the same beach to settle this beef the only way they really can. With a Batman-and-Joker-style surf-off.

Somewhere in the San Fernando Valley, a piece of signage that once hung over the front doors of a Sam Goody just burst into flame. Well, it caught fire. Alright, it got a little hot.