Mine is, I kid you not, Bones Butts.
Mine is, I kid you not, Bones Butts.
My porn name is Brad Nailer, a joke which tradesmen get. I am also fond of Justin Cider.
I can’t wait to see what the sundry tenant farmers living on the pairs vast estates will give them to curry their favor. Rumors are rife among the kitchen staff and downstairs help.
The Relief Pitcher was a Facebook News Algorithm
Someone needs to paint a red right hand on it.
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And on third base was I don’t know.
The Shortstop Was a Mole
Nick Cave is gay for Nick Cave, but no one else.
That’s not a town name...this is a town name!
I don’t think I know any truly good people who go around describing themselves as good people.
“Alright, we get it. I heard you. You made me feel bad. So now what? Are you happy? I’m depressed. Do you want to push me more? What do you want me to do? You want me to kill myself? What would make you happy? Get over it.”
“I don’t want to make anyone angry—I never do and I never will.” That’s why you’re a shitty comedian, and that’s why you giggle along with hatemongers. People with spines and souls get angry at injustice, and don’t tailor their behavior to avoid making the perpetrators angry.
Fuck him. This is not a regret, it’s a “leave me alone”. Fucking coward.
I thought it was what Sigur Ros meant in Icelandic.
Immediately after the election, I made up a checklist of things that I expected to happen if Trump remained in office with a Republican Congress. Partly to show some Republican friends for them to react incredulously, then to remind them, when those things happen, of all the things they said would never happen and…
Summer camp? SUMMER CAMP!?! Let someone abduct YOUR kids and toss them indefinitely into a tent city, and see if you take such a breezy attitude towards it. When you think about it, every kidnapping is just an involuntary vacation, right? Fuck that. Orwellian proto-fascist monsters...
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I love that they addressed the Olyphant in the room there. A bit of self-deprecating meta humor is always appreciated, and shows that the writers are paying attention to feedback.
If you read my reviews of The Santa Clarita Diet season one, you’ll recall that I am kind of over the moon for this…