Source: sorenbowiePeople sometimes ask me if I ever write anything other than comedy. The answer is yes, I also write Western poems about coyotes eating horses.
Through the pulse of deep faint coals
Neither soul did move,
Though the fire did its best to warm
Their hearts it could not soothe.
A woman and a wild…
I can’t decide which reality I’d rather live in: some strange, sordid past in which boob tattoos were a thing; or the present day where they are mostly a punchline for a joke your eyes make.
“Wait, you want me to delete the scene where The Huntsman asks Snow White why the troll won’t attack her? Really?
I mean, it’s just… Well, that thing was trying murder the fuck out of him. HARD. With rage and smashing and teeth. Then it sniffed at her for a minute, and slinked away like she hit a new puppy with a rolled up newspaper.
Don’t you think that would raise some questions in his universe? Like, ‘Why didn’t that troll stomp you out like a cigarette butt?’ Or ‘What the fuck devil are you?’ Or ‘Why were you wearing leather pants and riding boots under your prison dress?’
No? It’s fine? Alright, eff it. I guess that’s lunch.”
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I’m adding, “You got some sun this weekend!” to the category of dumbest-most-annoying things people can say to you the morning after Memorial Day Weekend in Southern California. It’s on par with “Case of the Mondays”. I mean, was everyone shocked that the sun was out in Orange County on May 28th? Or is it that I managed to make it outdoors on a holiday weekend (in a place where the sun is always out on May 28th)? Wouldn’t it be more shocking if I had sat in the dark all weekend and emerged slightly paler than when I left work on Friday?
“Oh, Ol’ Dirty Bastard? Yea, I know him. I liked that one song. You know, that one song?” - Courtney
“Big Baby Jesus, I can’t wait; Nigga fuck that, I can’t wait”? - Me
“No.” - Courtney
“Hey, Dirty, Baby I got your money?” - Me
“Yes.” - Courtney
Thank God. Hopefully now it won’t have to be a talking point by this time in our NEXT presidential campaign year. I mean, fucking move on, right? Didn’t we decide we shouldn’t let gay marriage distract us from war like four years ago?
Source: simaxsaysTom Gabel, the amazing lead talent for the band Against Me! has announced his plans to undergo gender reassignment surgery. Hopefully his suffering will come to and end, and he will have the closure, and eventually the happiness that any human being deserves. As a fan I can’t help the selfish feeling of sadness that overtook me today when I read the news. I’m ashamed, but I’m sure that there are others out there who wish that this weren’t true, for the sake of the band and for the sake of the music. But, for the sake of Tom, we should all support him, er, her? This is a moment when we can re-realize what punk rock really means.
“Don’t abandon me”
