We’ve all kissed your Canadian girlfriend.
We’ve all kissed your Canadian girlfriend.
LOL I listened to that too. I liked when he was bragging about being such a fierce newborn infant that he frightened the doctor. That’s one insecure douchebag right there.
Behind the Bastards has a multi-part podcast on Tate this week. They read a bit from his autobiography. It’s... something.
I’m going to start a crowdfunder to get those cockroaches, lice and bedbugs therapy for having to share their living space with that sack of human piss. Who’s with me?!
The legal team for the cockroaches, lice and bedbugs is currently putting together a defamation suit.
Cockroaches, lice, and bed bugs are my only friends
Die motherfucker (no offense to fuckers of mothers.)
How do people (his followers) take him seriously?
If you mind is so strong, buddy, you should stay in jail forever to prove it to us! Double down and refuse all contact with the outside world, that’ll show ‘em!
Cockroaches, lice, and bed bugs are my only friends at night
“They try to pour hatred into my heart.” I think he’s already done that himself, no?
Cockroaches, lice, and bedbugs: We aren’t friends with this asshole.
Guys, this is like the fourth article you’ve done on the tendril kiss, and you’ve offered zero coverage of the time I totally kissed my Canadian girlfriend.
“the director of the episode—none other than co-executive producer and creator of the game himself, Neil Druckmann—had the audacity to film it as an almost dreamy, romantic moment between Tess and the infected host.”
to me the funniest was that druckmann is staunchly anti-union in the gaming industry, but happily joined all the tv unions so he could direct his show
Eh, she’s worth an estimated $500MM. Jay Z is worth nearly three times that. Part of the allure of Fuck You Money is being able to say “fuck you.”
I’ve heard of a hotel costing an arm and a leg, but this one costs thousands of heads as well
Oof. Maybe we stop stanning a Queen who takes blood money
and $24 million proved to be too much for the singer to pass up—regardless of who it came from.