Right? Who exactly coined that phrase, Roman Polanski?

Still a better love story than Twilight.

4 months, 243 pages, no proof, and a bunch of dick jokes, seems oddly appropriate for the NFL.

This was like, 20 years ago, man. We didn’t do pictures for every fucking thing that made us sad/happy/hungry/apoplectic. We did not document our breakups and/or meals at every step. Although now that I think about it, the photo of me at 20, clasping on to a shitty twine leash of a cat trying to hide in a giant piece…

This is a really great story and I’mma let you finish, but the image of a drugged-up girl laying intubated in the ICU writing “Beyoncé?” desperately on a piece of paper for a confused, pitying nurse is the funniest fucking image of all time.

Why would you need to explain? That shit needs to be immortalized in a country-western song!

Wearing Bugles on your fingers is the only way to eat them. Even in your drunken haze, you knew what’s up. #respect

Tried to stay friends.

Broke up with boyfriend of 3 years over the phone (LDR) because I couldn’t let him spend thousands of dollars on a vacation for us when I knew I didn’t want to be with him anymore. Proceeded to get black out drunk at a dive bar with my two best friends - and I mean DIVE bar. Like the lights were harsh, the bartenders…

Drove to Daytona Beach with a cat in my car and got a tattoo. I just don’t even know how to explain that shit.

Bollocks, I’ll fuck Rupert Murdoch if I want to.

Baltimore. Another game coming down to the wire.

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Rage, Rage, Rage, against the dying of the pike.

For smaller missions.