“more than a feeling.” don’t you see? there are feelings, and then there are things that are more than feelings. objects, for example, or thoughts. but “it is an object” didn’t quite work rhythmically, and “thoughts that i’m thinking,” well, you get the picture.
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Claims that Hooters exploits attractive women are as ridiculous as saying the...– “About” section of the Hooters Web site.
almostepistles: But who took the picture, mike? Who took the picture? I’m reminded of the locket scene in Dirty Work. But to answer your question: the drunk woman’s drunk daughter.
Lotsa butt photos lately.
Place One on Your Own Face Before Assisting Other...
leoncrawl: So is everyone in NY just waiting for other people to start wearing the masks before doing it themselves? If so we should all just do it I guess. Like everyone who wants to and is shy should just decide to start doing it one day, and then it won’t be as humiliating. My sister has reiterated that I am not to give my masks away to others so please don’t ask. I’m really worried...
Cold War Kids’ moves look great in slo-mo but look really goofy in regular speed.
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keyholez: It is well known that the things most people like and believe are bad and stupid. Don’t lie to yourself; this is your view. Now note how “greenness” has become such an absurdly common cultural reference point. At this point, almost literally every product claims to be green; a lot claim to be local. Everywhere you turn, someone is exhorting you to “go green” or to “help do your part...
Fatigue's Unique Consequences
Some kind of madness is overtaking me. I dreamt last night that I was confronting someone and eventually spat in his face. The dream ended when I woke up find a giant loogie on my arm. I’m used to my dreams being a little bit psychologically screwy, but physically gross takes it to another level. I pretty much already knew it’s not wise to spit in a guy’s face IRL, but I guess I...
What I Did A Year Ago
I just tuned in to Mr. Deeds at the point where Sandler gives all the money to the United Negro College Fund. This made me wonder where I was a year ago. A quick check of the Gmail log reveals that I had just quit working for The Daily Tube, bowed out of writing a comedy short for DC’s 48 Hour Film Festival, and gotten invited to a party. A quick check of the memory bank reveals I was...