That letter is a joke right? There arent seriously going to write the bill on rice to combat the bullshit talk about how large a bill is.
What is their point in even raising the argument about the size of the bill? Look guys, theyve thought of stuff and written it down! Maybe they've trying to create a new system which requires a lot of groundwork to be laid! How dare they!
@Adrian Chen: You're pitching way over people's heads tonight. Might want to deploy the blinking "COMEDY" .gif to help them make it through the piece without all this bewilderment.
A pretend pet is far superior to a real pet, any day. I would get this for my youngin' if she insisted on a pet (although I will not stand in line for one). I did get Sea Monkeys for her because I thought she would like them, but turns out they are really dull, and none of them wear actual crowns like in the picture. They ended up released to the sea, which I don't feel too bad about since they were just entering the food chain where they probably belong, rather than on my kitchen counter.
@mommy_dearest: My kiddo is getting one but I got it at a normal price in the store. My child is forgetful and loves letting our dogs upstairs to her room - I'm afraid one of our dogs would make a quick snack of a real hamster when my daughter lets the dog and hamster play, then wanders off.
And aren't they the cheapest, most horrible-looking things? Like repurposed material for cheap slippers from some toxic Chinese factory? I refuse to believe this is really a trend for the pre-drinking set.
While we're at it, I'm not crazy about actual smelly hamsters, or rodents generally, up to and including kangaroos.
Speaking of vermin, I walked on the wild side in Madison Square Park for lunch the other day; a delicious lamb gyro and orange juice from a friendly street-meat vendor. It came to $4.50, thank God he could break a hundred, graciously.
ANYway, as I fancied myself daring for eating lunch on a park bench without cutlery, I watched 700 idiots line up to get theirs from that Shake Shack. I'd swear that line scarcely moved. The entire time. But apparently the sort of morons who'd stand an hour and a half on line for that place are also the sorts feeding the aggressive, obese squirrels in that park.
Daytime rats with fluffy tails, these squirrels were seriously out of breath after gamboling between the legs of texting trendies who voluntary chose a Kafkaesque queue to stand in for an hour. To get a hamburger, as if it were the Saigon airlift.
An obese tourist pointed out to his uh, Rubenesque wife- "Look how Faaat that squirrel is!" Between the fat squirrels and the Shake Shack line and the fact that I don't ever usually eat lunch, it was a nightmarish scene of human/animal urban dysfunction.
My point was: rodents deserve death, and I heartily encourage releasing handsome predators in all NYC parks. Owls, falcons, snow leopards . Bengal tigers who know whom to maim selectively. No hamsters, except for that secret ingredient that makes Shake Shack burgers so irresistible. Them and fattened squirrels. It's all true and it's a scandal.
@Baroness: you just haven't met the right hamster, Baroness. One day, maybe. He'll put his little paws around your heart and you won't know what hit you.
[Making the most of being in a Gawker hamster thread on a Saturday night.]
@Banjo-Sea Kitten: I know, I feel the pathos of it too. Writing about hamsters and fat squirrels on a Saturday night, sigh. But the Copacabana doesn't open 'til midnight, so time to put those cucumber slices on my eyes in my gracious drawing-room. The cucumber absorbs the tears, sob!
@Baroness: My only experience with reading a women't magazine as a child: I read that cucumber slices were good for the eyes, and then suggested to grandmama that she try this, which she did, only to arise 15 minutes later with huge puffy eyes from a previously unknown allergy.
@Uncle_Billy_Slumming: Well, not to me dear, I'd surely slap you. I'm thirty..whatsit! And have never given birth that I know of. Then you'd light my cigarette and we'd forget all about it, and you can call the other ladies at the party "grandmama" all you like. Especially the young ones whose outfits Tim Gunn would call "matronly". I'd enjoy that.
@Uncle_Billy_Slumming: In the 1930's movie of my dreams, you'd be my beau escort. We'd have a laugh at little Ronnie Reagan at the bar, I'd throw cash at the crowd before fainting. You'll catch me there. Then I'll learn I have some terrible brain thing. A moment of melodrama, I kill the doctor with a ladylike pistol, you're waiting in the DeSoto with the engine running, the hedonistic madness continues. Nite clubs galore!
You forge a new will naming yourself as beneficiary, I don't give a damn. As long as the Champagne keeps flowing! I die a beautiful death in the ladies' room after you've slapped me around, and you ditch my body somewhere in Far Rockaway, in an impeccably tailored suit. We're beautifully filmed throughout in platinum black- and white.
I won't give away the ending to this movie, but the jury will acquit you after the dramatic trial. Because they'd want to kill the wanton bitch, too.
@Baroness: That's quite a yarn, sugar, but here's what's really going to happen. See, little Ronnie's always got an ace up his sleeve, and the name of that ace is Doria Palmieri. He's dizzy with this dame, a shrink with a pair of drumsticks that could tickle the skin off of Meyer Lansky. Doria's loaded. She blew into town a few months back with a couple of pachucos and she's had Ronnie pickled in gin ever since. You mess with him, you mess with her. So here's the long and short of it: That thing in your head? It's a tumor that starts with the letter "L". The only doctor you're going to plug is Dr. Me.
Sure I'll forge a new will, but there's room for two if we write real small. Doria's taking the wrap for this one. I don't make trips for biscuits. Awright let's get outta here before we both come down with lead poisoning.
For those working in retail that morning, I suggest that 5 hour energy shot drink. It's more like a 3 hour energy shot, but that's the only thing that got me through Black Friday at Sears.
@VioletViolet: My advice from long ago is make sure they put you on a register and don't take breaks. There's no point in trying to push through the mob to the bathroom. Keep a pee bottle behind the counter.
Curses! The hamster link caused a QuickTime upgrade and almost made my Firefox go boom in the
midst of a hypnotic spinning hourglass.
Given the choice between the sounds I just heard and an ear infection, I'd consider choosing the latter.
Last year I started a challenge with myself: to see if I could do all of my holiday shopping online without once having to set foot in a store. I almost made it. It will probably be even easier this year...
Have you ever played Flight of the Hamster? Smashing good fun! [www.i-am-bored.com]
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It'd still be too much for a teabagger to read.
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Glad you're now a regular on the Gawker night shift, Adrian!
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What is their point in even raising the argument about the size of the bill? Look guys, theyve thought of stuff and written it down! Maybe they've trying to create a new system which requires a lot of groundwork to be laid! How dare they!
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This way, no death, no food, no smell.
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While we're at it, I'm not crazy about actual smelly hamsters, or rodents generally, up to and including kangaroos.
Speaking of vermin, I walked on the wild side in Madison Square Park for lunch the other day; a delicious lamb gyro and orange juice from a friendly street-meat vendor. It came to $4.50, thank God he could break a hundred, graciously.
ANYway, as I fancied myself daring for eating lunch on a park bench without cutlery, I watched 700 idiots line up to get theirs from that Shake Shack. I'd swear that line scarcely moved. The entire time. But apparently the sort of morons who'd stand an hour and a half on line for that place are also the sorts feeding the aggressive, obese squirrels in that park.
Daytime rats with fluffy tails, these squirrels were seriously out of breath after gamboling between the legs of texting trendies who voluntary chose a Kafkaesque queue to stand in for an hour. To get a hamburger, as if it were the Saigon airlift.
An obese tourist pointed out to his uh, Rubenesque wife- "Look how Faaat that squirrel is!" Between the fat squirrels and the Shake Shack line and the fact that I don't ever usually eat lunch, it was a nightmarish scene of human/animal urban dysfunction.
My point was: rodents deserve death, and I heartily encourage releasing handsome predators in all NYC parks. Owls, falcons, snow leopards . Bengal tigers who know whom to maim selectively. No hamsters, except for that secret ingredient that makes Shake Shack burgers so irresistible. Them and fattened squirrels. It's all true and it's a scandal.
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[Making the most of being in a Gawker hamster thread on a Saturday night.]
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#tips
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You forge a new will naming yourself as beneficiary, I don't give a damn. As long as the Champagne keeps flowing! I die a beautiful death in the ladies' room after you've slapped me around, and you ditch my body somewhere in Far Rockaway, in an impeccably tailored suit. We're beautifully filmed throughout in platinum black- and white.
I won't give away the ending to this movie, but the jury will acquit you after the dramatic trial. Because they'd want to kill the wanton bitch, too.
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Sure I'll forge a new will, but there's room for two if we write real small. Doria's taking the wrap for this one. I don't make trips for biscuits. Awright let's get outta here before we both come down with lead poisoning.
#tips
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midst of a hypnotic spinning hourglass.
Given the choice between the sounds I just heard and an ear infection, I'd consider choosing the latter.
Last year I started a challenge with myself: to see if I could do all of my holiday shopping online without once having to set foot in a store. I almost made it. It will probably be even easier this year...
Have you ever played Flight of the Hamster? Smashing good fun!
[www.i-am-bored.com]