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guys, I SAW HIM. Yesterday, I saw him in real life. I was at an NYC theater to see Denial (so good, everyone go see it) and there he was, in his tiny, immaculate suit, being interviewed by fashionable people, pretending like all this was legit and there was not a problem.

OH MY GOD I JUST NOTICED YOUR USERNAME.

Went to college with Lupita! She’s a dream, so kind and generous. Also fashionable - always was pulled together and gorgeous while the rest of us peasants sloped around in threadbare sweatpants and dignity.

I don’t think she’s going as a character, but instead will be something random and spooky. It looks like the beginning of a mummy costume but I’ll bet that dress lights up so....alien mummy?

My mom has a kitchen couch tucked up under a window and it’s the best! We had cozy breakfasts of tea and oatmeal on trays, bundled up in blankets on cold winter mornings.

“...I ordered some food”

As a Native American...yeah. My grandmother was born on a reservation in 1934 and she was one of twelve children. 10 of them were abducted by social services and sent to boarding school where their hair was cut, they were beaten for speaking their own language or practicing their religion or trying to go home. Back

Verdict: We’re not gonna do brunch but I could see a late night meetup at a Russian vodka bar, a heated exchange on the topic of infrastructure and then getting down to business.

Quick question: how do you feel about your taxes paying for my birth control?

MON DIEU! You are correct, of course, Mademoiselle. I am an imposter.

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You mean this? Is this the party you are talking about? Because this is why being a Libertarian is not respected. This mess right here.

This is such an entertaining dish of a story (good gravy, Merlan, you are a treasure) but legit, I used to have a hard bodied, Gaultesque, libertarian bang buddy and it was the best. He was a repellent hedge fund manager who drove a white escalade with gold rims.

yeah, I suppose that even the fanciest hotel is unprepared for an armed invasion at any moment. An old roommate was a hotel concierge and I went to hospitality events with her sometimes - those people are not hired for their personal combat skills.

I was in London for one and I couldn’t figure it out and all my friends were too drunk to explain it without shouting gibberish. Super fun party though!

yeah, gizmodo published a breakdown of how much info was easy for any lay person to obtain beforehand. Most of it is just public record stuff, even the ‘secret’ hotel’s blueprints and pictures of the apartments are available online. Her appearances are easy to track because she has to schedule her arrivals in advance,

No match for my bf

No one seems to understand my point...cowboys and old west shoot outs are boring to watch. I watched the show. I get it, it’s interesting, I can see it opening up some cool plot lines and I like the characters. But that doesn’t change the fact that the backdrop of the old west is dull and unsexy to me. It doesn’t look

That’s actually my exact point! I didn’t word it well enough in my initial comment but what I’m saying is that the Wild West has always appeared so boring, drab and gross, even in the highly romanticized versions. Obviously I don’t think it would be literally stinky and uncomfortable in the pay-for-play world, but

You’re so sensitive! I’ll handle my puns with vulva-t gloves from now on.

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