happy tenth birthday to the best youtube comment of all time
you just hate the cis because of the things that they did
I hate the cis because it is led by the treacherous count dooku
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HOW?
We need to start culling western journalists
Am I just reading waaaay to into a headline, or is Bloomberg implying that China, Russia, and Iran have figured out a way to create Uruk-hai and plan to use them to wage a massive war against the realms of man? Did they see this in a scrying stone (the only source of news I trust besides moths)?
big if true
"Rent should be no more than 30% of household income" is a really funny and roundabout way to say "property owners as a class are entitled to 30% of gross wages"
The tragedy of Blood Gulch is that, while it is one of the most popular maps in Halo series, the fertile soil found between bases is fantastic for growing carrots, celery and tomatoes.
i feel like this when m i’m walking on a road with no sidewalk
Me when I'm innocent
Bird that attacks Wheatley from Portal 2
John Waters and Divine. Photo: Allan Tannenbaum
Happy 78th birthday to cinema’s King of Sleaze, the People’s Pervert, the Queer Confucius and everyone’s favourite corrupting role model - John Waters (born 22 April 1946)! Waters’ evergreen cult classicks (sic) like Pink Flamingos (1972), Female Trouble (1974) and Desperate Living (1977) have been warping the imaginations of malcontents for generations now. Years ago, the official Dreamland News Facebook page suggested the following festive tips to commemorate Waters’ birthday. I’ll reproduce them here: “Get a ludicrously large hair-do, tattoo your flesh with the name of your idol, smoke cigarettes in the girls room, give a stranger a rosary job, have an interracial love affair, return a gift for the money (you can do that, you know), stomp some honky lady’s foot, send your enemy a turd, declare it backwards day at the office, prank call your next door neighbour, teabag some old queen at the bar, dance lewdly for a quarter, mainline liquid eyeliner, drink the tears of your incarcerated lover, order a double egg-salad on white toast, do the hokey-pokey… EAT DOG SHIT.”
contrary to the stereotype, the students of expensive and prestigious yankee colleges do not generally become committed communist revolutionaries, and tend towards the kind of academic 'socialist' thought that meshes best with their life circumstances and class interests. I can't bring myself to care all that much about their unauthorised camping when it is focused and fawned on so much by people who would never consider rocket strikes and tank column ambushes by the resistance to be 'radical revolutionary praxis' in the same way they consider a 'do art for palestine' circle on a campus greenspace to be
snoopy of the day
can they like release new vegetables