Biting my toenails

I’m almost got mad until i saw what community i was in

My cat too. With bottle caps.

I don’t think it gets any slower than Fishing with John

Baseball: no more home runs. If it goes out of the park it’s a foul. It will force a much more dynamic infield game and get rid of boring ass pop flys.

Edit: exception for grand slams because that shit is pretty exciting.

Ok, I actually laughed at one of these for once

I dunno, sounds like english to me.

I take waaaay more than that for a single trip and it has definitely not relieved my depression for two years. Maybe I should try getting cancer first.

Nobody has mentioned Kyrgyzstan yet

To my knowledge, Jamaica’s is the only national flag to not contain red, white or blue.

And an unrepentant one. Human garbage. I really hope he dies in prison so he never sees his royalties and that his estate is honorable enough to do something good with them.

Yeah! Teriyaki would work great if you like it sweeter.

No because it’s not really within my budget.

Sure am excited about my new light bulbs though.

They did

Fuck yeah, grilled alongside the patty, maybe a soy sauce glaze.

Fuck that abomination you described though.

Real life footage

Before she was famous Lady Gaga used to hang out at a tiny bar in lower Manhattan. She go-go danced sometimes and was part of the scene of regulars there.

I started working there years later after she had become a superstar and a lot of those regulars still hung out there. She was still tight with them and even in a relationship with my boss. She didn’t come around much though and we had to keep things on the DL.

One night she gave an unadvertised performance in the back room with a jazz combo of some of the regulars backing her. A secret show: If you knew, you knew.

No rich person hired her. She just wanted to do something fun with her friends.

Having John Landis write the story didn’t hurt.

David Bowie. He was such a cultural touchstone that influenced so much artistry on top of being a brilliant artist himself. I lived in New York City when he died and the stoop of his apartment turned into a makeshift memorial with countless people contributing objects that held significance to their relationship with him. I was so overwhelmed to see it that I cried.