@Lysergic Asset: can you and i got in on the damn house together, burn that damn flag our first night and then have subversive gay sex all over the property?
@manchops: That would be great (and I'm sure I would enjoy it, given that I like how your mind works), but I'm a straight female. Thanks for the compliment, though!
Monday: Don't. Slam. My. Door. Don;t slam my door. Don't slam my door don't slam my door don't slam my OWWWWWWWW!!! MOTHERfucker!!
Tuesday: Yeah, that's right, Mr. Man. Just bob along in your hottub there. Real reeeelaxed. I'm loosening up this chimney pot. Just for you.
Wednesday: You know, no matter how many locks you put on the bathroom I am still fully aware you're pounding your pudding in there.
Thursday: Got a call from my cousin in Amityville. Smug bastard just ran out the third family this month. Have been begging to learn the trick with the flies but no dice. Overlook offered to show me the Bleeding Elevator bit, but = no elevator = no bleeding elevator.
Friday: Mother was right. I should have taken the lead in "Poltergeist." "Typecasting" the agent said. "You'll never be a full fade to a weekly rom-com" the agent said. And now the agent is guzzling martinis in Boca Raton and I'm stuck in Connect-a-cunt waiting to have my gutters sandblasted.
@Lysergic Asset: I never had one. I tried uploading a picture of a Rolls Royce on fire, but it didn't work, mostly because the guy whose car it was caught me before I could light the match.
@Richard Petty Bourgeoisie: @Uncle_Billy_Slumming: You guys DO realize I won the Battle of the Sloths, right? My genius was subtle, I grant you, but by not responding at all, I came up victorious in the end.
One key point missed in all the veggie chucking is that it's traditionally something done by everyday people to (economic) Royalists.
"Just Plain Folks" don't get pelted by produce: the overly privileged divorced from the lives of the everyday do.
THAT is why it strikes such a chord: it resonates the truth.
So you would be cool if someone decided to pelt Michelle Obama with rotten tomatoes? I don't think so. You can't make a post like this and then decry how mean and vicious the other side is being politically. When behavior like this just adds fuel to the fire.
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Monday: Don't. Slam. My. Door. Don;t slam my door. Don't slam my door don't slam my door don't slam my OWWWWWWWW!!! MOTHERfucker!!
Tuesday: Yeah, that's right, Mr. Man. Just bob along in your hottub there. Real reeeelaxed. I'm loosening up this chimney pot. Just for you.
Wednesday: You know, no matter how many locks you put on the bathroom I am still fully aware you're pounding your pudding in there.
Thursday: Got a call from my cousin in Amityville. Smug bastard just ran out the third family this month. Have been begging to learn the trick with the flies but no dice. Overlook offered to show me the Bleeding Elevator bit, but = no elevator = no bleeding elevator.
Friday: Mother was right. I should have taken the lead in "Poltergeist." "Typecasting" the agent said. "You'll never be a full fade to a weekly rom-com" the agent said. And now the agent is guzzling martinis in Boca Raton and I'm stuck in Connect-a-cunt waiting to have my gutters sandblasted.
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This is the worst phrase I have ever read.
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Also a good bang (yuck yuck) for the buck: sleeping with Tiger Woods.
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"Just Plain Folks" don't get pelted by produce: the overly privileged divorced from the lives of the everyday do.
THAT is why it strikes such a chord: it resonates the truth.
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