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“lose a limb” how?
Better lock your doors, tonight, randilyn! 💛
It’s not the first time Grandma has been woken up with a banana, amirite?
YOU MEAN BLACK PEOPLE DO OTHER STUFF AND JUST LIKE LIVE THEIR LIVES AS BEST THEY CAN LIKE EVERYONE ELSE?
The Birth of a Nation, Nate Parker’s Sundance darling period piece about the deadliest slave insurrection in…
Those jitbags were more fun with it was Robert Bly and a drum circle reciting bad poetry* because at least they were focused inwardly instead of barfing up anxious entitlement or scaling courthouses in superhero outfits.
I am completely overwhelmed.
Oh, I see. So he can sue every little Bikram studio until they change the name?
He didn't realize what a shit bag he was being. Just an authentic shit bag.
Exactly, let’s remember that we (or at least I) am above such behavior.
the illuminati ?
Twitterer to Deadspin commenter truly is a lateral move.
I think this is relevant now, and could have saved you reading this lame article, and the author the time it took him to write it:
Rich writing thousands of words about quitting Twitter is really in the same vein as people who insist on posting some meaningless sentiment on social media after a tragedy. They are all desperate for attention, but Rich is just way more dramatic about it (and obviously has a broader platform to abuse).
Meta-narcissism: when you have to write about how above narcissism you are.
I was in the Emergency Room with chest pain waiting to be seen by the doctor (they’d already given me an EKG and determined I wasn’t dying that second) when the security guard on duty, who was also an off-duty cop, started hitting on me. He was so persistent in trying to get my information that I ended up leaving…
Next up: I think ketchup tastes bad, so I don’t eat it: a 7000 word glimpse into the human soul.
My friends and I were once cornered in a recessed doorway outside an apartment building by a huge older man who wanted to whip his dick out. We were thrusting lit cigarettes and car keys at him and screaming. A man walked by and we screamed for him to help. He scared the guy away and then hit on us. In a not self…
I bet they have a pickpocket monkey living in their crawspace. That seems the most logical explanation to me.