‘Hear ye, hear ye, pleasure seekers. There is a grey Honda Civic blocking ye olde receiving dock on yon northern point of entry. Remove thine cursed carriage, or it will be towed. Thank ye.”
HUZZAH!
I read this in the voice of some bored intern reading it over a squawky PA during opening ceremonies at a Renaissance Pleasure Faire somewhere outside Bakersfield, CA.
That looks like a slow-cooker insert, and that’s a film of oil (from the sausage, probably) on the top. Fatty foods cooked in a crockpot always has a slick of oil on the top. I suspect that if it was stirred up it would look less gross. But I also suspect that there’s a can of chili or something in there that’s…
That is true. However, the problem is not really that “boohoo, I’m White and I can’t dress as a samurai.” The problem is that cultural appropriation IS a thing, but people like Beth have misrepresented it so much that fighting actual cultural appropriation is now harder than even before. There is a difference between…
Where is the “Sexy Shredded Banksy” ?
As a frog, myself, I actually like the kiss me frog costume. It’s cute.
A disappointing lack of sexy Gritty costumes.
“Often the extreme brutality of the films functions as a metaphor, either for the emotional trauma the characters fail to confront or the audience’s own voyeuristic relationship with pain and suffering.”
Do people really...enjoy these movies? What I mean is, does anyone feel good about themselves or the world or like they’ve made themselves better having watched these things?
That video thumbnail screams “When the whole crew is hype for the Florence and the Machine concert, but is also concerned about getting home before the babysitter's curfew"
There’s the implication that a sandwich can have a closed side if it’s main protein is sliced, or that it can have an unsliced lump of protein if the bread is completely sliced. It’s an interesting theory.
Autocorrect turns his name into Gopher Trace, so thats his name now
Hey, what’s up guys, shit sucks huh?
See also: Toys R Us.
I’d say it’s probably a little to early to call the lack of curse definitive. Sometimes those things take a while to manifest.
Not with that username, it isn’t.
THIS. I came here to say this.
I wasn’t worried about the telephone pole, no. But given the family history, and the close proximity of the deaths of grandmother and granddaughter, there could have been a curse or whatever you want to call it that put the entire family at risk of being exterminated—and not just in the way it ended up playing out. It…