well, I stole “cheeto Jesus” from the internet; I added “Great Orange” to make the Moby Dick metaphor work. :)
well, I stole “cheeto Jesus” from the internet; I added “Great Orange” to make the Moby Dick metaphor work. :)
Thanks to all the people sending me nice messages for my aunt. My family and I are at the house and just waiting. The nurse said soon. Her breathing is slowing and she’s not responding. We just will wait for when she finally goes to our ancestors.
We don’t know, and may never know, what the gunman who killed Christina Grimmie on Saturday planned to do after he shot her. But he did have two guns. He was not stopped by some vigilante with a third gun. He was stopped from killing anyone else but himself by Grimmie’s brother tackling him to the ground.
Meanwhile women have to fucking fight for access to BASIC HEALTHCARE...I fucking cannot anymore.
Meant to say, I’m guessing you are serious.
I fucking hate this guy. BTW sign this petition!
black people preferring the company of other black people is not racist.
Also pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease star this!
I thought we were all supposed to just say “oh shit whaddup!” now.
I assume a Browns jersey comes out.
That young lady is a tearing beauty.
Oh dear. Let me help you with your profile picture, it seems you don’t have one yet:
I first saw this move in 1991 when I was 14. I loved it but I didn’t totally “get” it. I couldn’t yet identify with the anger. I loved the scene when they blow up the truck, but I didn’t “get” it. I remember blaming Thelma for what happened to her. Because I didn’t “get” it at 14.
I watched it again a few weeks ago…
my life is pretty easy at the moment, but i appreciate your sympathies nonetheless. again this post is a limited criticism of brooks’s column itself, which does not mention anything about clinton’s record, and merely says she needs to open up and be warmer, and i personally find that remarkable
I’m kind of amazed at the unimpeded walk down Sixth during SXSW. I went down there just once this year, on Saturday night, and it was a clusterfuck of epic proportions. This had to have been either Wednesday, Sunday, or fairly early in the day before most people got up and out.
You’re fine. It happens so much, and rubs me the wrong way-in combination with this being the third publication I was writing for that day, moving, and various personal issues, I lost my head and got disproportionally annoyed. Best wishes in all further ventures in sarcasm to us both.
Honestly, thank god. Thank freaking god.
I apologize if this particular comment format is something you find disagreeable. Was just trying to sarcastically point out that rich and powerful people are exactly the ones I expect to have boundary issues, especially when they’re part of profession that often requires physical attractiveness to the opposite sex.
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Not down to fax without permission.