I’m in my mid-thirties, I’ve lived in New York my entire life, and I’ve never seen any hint of SantaCon. St. Patrick’s Day, on the other hand, is the day where drunk white people stop me on the street, insist that I’m either a rapper or a basketball player that they like, and then hurl racial slurs at me and laugh…
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An adult in the age of Trump. At least I still have a sliver of optimism. Being a brown kid today, I’d be scared shitless of the future.
And 1.a, which my parents drilled into me repeatedly: If someone tries to stop you from asking questions or tells you that asking questions is wrong, DO NOT TRUST THEM.
10 years from now it’s a totally different story...
Come on, put the kid down. Grayson’s got a big game tomorrow.
I am not, in fact, a marshal who serves notices of eviction.
As a marshal who serves notices of eviction, I know it never feels good to tell a little kid to get out of his own house.
Goddamnit coach, that kid needed just one more rebound for a triple-double.
My man in the lower left looks like he wants to party.
- reads headline
Are we all just gonna ignore that the kid was attacked by a fucking Minotaur?!?!
That’s cute and all but he traveled.
“... hit a set of spike strips going 115 MPH, subsequently barreled off of the road and into a drainage ditch, launched the truck into the air and landed on a car parked at a restaurant”
How could that be anything but a heavy-handed message from the local cartel to drop the next point?
How ‘bout a nize greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ashtray?
If 15 years ago you would have told me that Justin Timberlake and the Rock would be two GOAT contenders, I would have likely laughed at you and asked if Trump was president as well.
Wow, good on him. He’s smart and funny and doesn’t take any shit. Those responses are perfect.