oh gross gross grossssssss. There should be a diagnosable disease for anyone this horrendous; the primary symptom being holding an artifact of great cultural significance (to someone else) and thinking “Oooo, I’ll bet MY God hid one of his special notes in here! Maybe there’s something written about ME!”
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DarthPumpkin hit a lot of good points but also we don’t ALL love Bernie, it’s just a very vocal group of folks who support him.
This one really got me in a loop. So the writer feels that women who don’t get dinner on the table are guilty of something, just not something they should be yelled at for. Is that what’s going on here? I mean, I know human lives are being lost all over the place but I’m just a little worried that this person feels…
Bab’s legend is just an unstoppable freight train of batshit. With every anecdote I hear about her behavior, I tell myself I should dislike her because she’s arguably the most egotistical, narcissistic and selfish woman who ever walked the earth....but then I start humming something from Funny Girl and I fall in love…
I’ve used both the crazy australian honey (sooooo expensive) and cheap costco honey. The australian stuff was marginally better for my face but the cheap stuff worked too. What was insane was putting the fancy honey on things like papercuts - healed them like jesus on payday.
It’s kinda hard to figure out who is directing the actual documentary. There’s no one listed as a director on episodes, just lots of producers and executives - perhaps the editors of this season (Craig A. Colton and Nena Hsu Erb) have taken control of the narrative and are putting the story together on their own.…
haha, for reals. How many of the dudes running against her could point out where Paraguay is on a map? Bernie probably could. and maybe...Carson...? (but only because he seems like he was a super-duper good book-learnin’-student who never had time for crazy stuff like “friends” or “empathy”).
Even if this one is a hoax, I have heard this idea pitched multiple times by people who take themselves super seriously. The best was a NYC techie who straightfaced preached in a Jobsian Inspirational Tone: “I want to change the world by giving people a chance to face the judgement of their peers.”
Oh gosh, Ye Rustic Inn - I used to live a block away, it’s a special place. Formally famous for being the site of Kiefer Sutherland’s epic pound-10-shots-of-yäg-and-50-chicken-wings-then-do-karate-on-the-bar thursdays.
right? the worst is when your friend mistakes that severed finger for visine and pokes you in the eye.
Watch out guys, with hot retweet-favorite action like that, he’s really making an impact with the youths.
One of my all-time-favorite drinking games is one my girlfriends and I made up in college. It’s called “WHAT THE FUCK IS IN MY PURSE!”
No, man, I don’t think this post is an introspective analysis. This is just a reporting of an event, granted with a sarcastic bias.
Dances are designed to give young people a chance to explore romance and socialization in a less-structured environment, a place for them to have fun and start to understand the role sexual attraction has in forming relationships.
It’s almost as if burgeoning human sexuality was a nuanced subject with complicated historical issues regarding morality and safety! It might even be that through journalistic reporting, we can analyze specific situations as they arise, perhaps gaining a greater insight into both the ingrained cultural stereotypes…
Oh my pearls, those icky, icky teens and their butt groping in the GYM of all places! IS NO WHERE SACRED?
You can just imagine him saying to a teenage gunman holding him at gunpoint, “I believe you want that cheerleader behind the teacher’s desk.”
I mean, comedy skills aside, she’s a really great presidential candidate.
Must Be Nice = I don’t deserve sympathy or respect but I demand both.