Well. Can't unread that post. Well done!

Following Juggalo vs MAGA that day was how my brother and I introduced our Dad to Twitter. Never actively rooted against Juggalos (subculture doesn’t bother me, live and let live and keeping Faygo in business is something I certainly support... Don’t need it often but I’d hate to have my occasional Rock n Rye craving…

Agreed but in the meantime could we not call this asshole a "gentleman"?

Although important to note while that might be a thing in the general area, the gated community said *they* hadn’t had any stolen.

Is it bad that I thought for a second before I scrolled to the pic this was AV Club and it was the musician Joe Jackson?

If they don’t have the original music I’m out. Last I checked they didn’t (generic royalty free equivalents subbed in which kinda sucked) which was my point. Would buy it in a heartbeat if they did. That's how integral it is to me - I haven't rewatched in ages but I can think of a dozen songs instantly and the scenes…

Same. Surprisingly positive ending.

Have you no decency?

Tis why I still have mediocre quality broadcast rips for every Daria episode on a hard drive. They couldn’t get all the rights for the DVD and the music is so damn integral.

Found it.

I remember that shit, did not know they hit back. Twitter I assume? Off to find it and show my appreciation belatedly. Fucker.

I think outing him may out the person who took the recording.

For comparison, I did 24 hours of required training to be a volunteer English tutor. For adults.

Not to mention the translation errors that can screw stuff up even more if the kids do know how to say their parents name but not how to spell it.

You didn’t put gutting the Clean Power Plan and Clean Water Rule on the list.

Hey now... Michigan said hi to him (and our shitty attorney general) too. He was only around for lunch on a weekday or we would’ve organized a bigger welcoming party.

19 and yes.

I can’t make my own damn state better and it’s not even comparable.

“Ugh! These made-up names!” To which my sister replied:

rendering his colleagues so paralyzed with fear that they’re unable to tell “an attractive associate that they’re wearing a nice outfit.”