I’ve already ordered my $1 font CD from Hong Kong. Get yours today, and start pissing off your very own fuhrer!
when the gray matter just isn't doing what it should
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OH YEA…..this made me chuckle loudly.Oh my Jesus I know what I’m doing the next time my mom drags me out shopping with her. This is beautiful.
The first bullet is awesome, but the best part is that they’ve profiled this guy and his wife for six months, and all they do is *threaten* to ban them!
Michael Jackson dying might have been his best career move yet.
That boat is going to roll over like a Washington politician getting his/her belly rubbed by special interest groups and their fat checks. Then you are so going to die in that upside-down houseboat.
Nice thought though.
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Basically...
People die every day - whether it’s from getting shot just for standing up for the rights, from hunger, etc… and no one really cares. But then a celebrity dies, and all of a sudden it’s a huge deal and people can’t stop talking about it. It basically shows what people care more about.
I should just buy an island and move now.
Unfair. I care about just about everyone that dies, from any cause. Some people have more of an impact on your life than others, so you talk about their death more. It’s just the way it is. It’s not about MJ being a celebrity. It’s about him being someone who’s music I grew up with, who’s songs touched me in different ways, etc. You are more likely to discuss the things that that touch you, the people that affect you. Just like every other topic in the world…
Seriously. The man is a legend. It’s obviously going to affect people more than some random stranger’s death.
Actually, not really.
Sex smells.
So thirsty.
(via aeropuertos)
My tongs bruised my bananas and Apple wouldn’t let me return them. The paperweight thingy works pretty well, though.
Love Virginia Sin
I could also go for some mint chocolate chip
It’s ninety-fourcking hot degrees in Twincy right now. I could go for any or all of these. In fact I think I will stop for one on my way home, assuming my truck doesn’t overheat, causing me to bake in the hot, hot sun.
