“... only Republican donors got to see them.... there’s no such thing as a free tank.”

Isn’t Halle Berry a little old for—

there’s no way the woman from video #1 is not insufferable in real life.

We get to play pranks on them for our amusement, and they get to eat our faces when we die alone and undiscovered.  It’s a fair deal, I think.

So what are you saying? That this is supposed to be the “actor” playing Pete, not the character from the movie?

Technically, this is supposed to be the “ac...

“Today I wrote a piece attempting to explain the view of ordinary people (i.e. people who agree with me)." -Posted from inside a luxury bunker penthouse, eating raw oysters on furniture made of poor people standing very still. 

God damn that’s brutal but spot the fuck on.

Yep same here. Watched a lot of NY/LA/SF. London/Miami/Boston kinda run together. Seattle stands out, but Hawaii is kinda where I realized that it was... not fake, but manufactured — and tapped out.

That bare closet is now a bear closet.

Officers: You can leave now.

Yabbo Trenches is the name of my new Ska band.

One of the reasons I enjoy coming here is getting these little insights about women that I am otherwise living in ignorance. Far out.

You have done the Lord’s Work, Tracy. Seattle was probably one of my last seasons of truly being in love with the Real World.

Food and soda in a gym. Do you want Morants? Because that's how you get Morants.

This isn’t a hot take but Facebook is a fucking cesspool. I joined a naval submarine veteran group to talk about the good ol’ days and catch up on fleet gossip and it was all the same White Lives Matter, racist memes and awfulness.

“This is not who we are” meaning “We aren’t used to getting called out, usually we just get away with it.”

“The reason music critics love Elvis Costello is because they all look like Elvis Costello.”

Online reviews - when did they become fucking Facebook status updates? I was in the market for a rain jacket on Amazon a while back and one review was 3 paragraphs on this asshole’s fishing trip to the upper Kenai pennisula, he didn’t even mention the jacket until the last sentence.