Sweet Caroline ... (Joe! Joe! Joe!)
Georgia O'Queeffe
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None of you people got your sports bottles spayed or neutered, did you. This is what happens.
I’m a member of the Asian American Journalists Association and was involved in some of the discussions a few years ago when the “Chink in the Armor?” headline came out. It turned out that the fired editor was a theology major, sounded as clean-cut and wholesome as you can possibly imagine, and was either not aware of…
I actually don’t have a problem with people with special needs. I’m just mocking your nitpicky focus on details that aren’t even correct. Go back and rejoin the rest of your antisocial Charlottesville crew.
No, you’re the one who said that you were going “to ‘deface’ as many bills as I get from the ATM.”
Who said I’m spending any more than I usually do? Oh, you did. Hopefully you’re less lonely now that you have that straw man to lean on.
I just bought a rubber stamp to “deface” as many bills as I get from the ATM. If those bills in circulation occasionally get someone to stop and think, or smile, or nod, or clench a fist, then that was money well spent.
You misspelled “worst.”
Bestiality? You’re barking up the wrong tree.
Actually, “less” is correct in “let’s hear less of them.” Though on second thought, “fewer” works even better.
Pro tip (despite my screen name, I’m a dude): Scratching your tailbone will help unclog the lines if you have stage fright or any kind of urinary reluctance. Some nerve endings back there must be wired to the bladder, or more specifically the bladder’s gatekeeper.
No way. You don’t make sushi or sashimi out of freshwater fish. That’s a great way to give yourself parasites and intestinal distress.
Boston, the city where burglars broke into Bill Russell’s home, smashed his trophies, spray-painted slurs on the walls ... and shit in his bed. But we’re not racist, no.
It was clear this was going to be Capps’ Achilles heel.
Protest is the new brunch.
Yangervis Solarte, and it’s not close.
LOLing at your own joke is the equivalent of Jeb Bush imploring the crowd, “Please clap.”
I find that repetitive bass line evocative of menace and relentlessness, actually.