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They ended the assault by dumping her unconscious body on her parent’s lawn and then took turns urinating on her.
My fiance’s all-boys school did that too, I always thought it was hilarious – Jesuit as well, so maybe that has something to do with it.
My first texts from my mom were a picture of my sister and then a picture of an apple, but with a draw effect on it.
Does anyone want to talk about Mama? I saw the coming attraction in November and then when I saw it (the trailer) on tv I started having nightmares about it. So naturally I went to see it on an random Monday at like 9 pm so there were like 5 people in the theater.
And there’s so many plot holes and a really weird CGI wig scene and it’s all very silly AND IT’S HAUNTING MY DREAMS.
I haven’t slept through the night since I saw it. I am terrified to go to the bathroom when I wake up in the night. I hear “mama noises” all the time.
Email conversation between me and my roommate:
Me: I meant to fix the coat rack this morning before I left and then forgot. I punched it last night. It’s my biggest Mama trigger.
Her: I’m worried about you.
The point being: fuck the Conjuring. Call it Mama 2 and excuse me while I kill myself.
I’ve been on a cruise twice in my life (neither were poop cruises. well. one was the Backstreet Boys cruise.) both times we were in the cheapest room and would just yell “HOW ARE YOU FINDING THE ACCOMMODATIONS IN STEERAGE, MR DAWSON” among other quotes at each other.
Both names actually!
Oh, no Jack, I couldn’t possibly, Jack!
My dream is to do a Titanic drinking game with two teams, Rose & Jack and you drink when they say the other’s name. Everyone will be dead.
They also came to Seaside Heights one year – they did it twice in the summer (this is preJersey Shore of course) but once for spring break. New Jersey is not warm in the spring. I remember (I think I was in 7th grade) and my mom brought me over to walk by and see what was going on and we were wearing coats and these freezing girls were in bikini tops and shorts and it was like 50 degrees out and cloudy.
I had a fish named Gob summer of freshman year of college who got sucked into his filter in a freak accident and died. My 3 sisters and I decided to give him a viking burial and enlisted the salad-maker at the restaurant where 3 of us worked to build the boat. Then we coated it in hairspray and did a funeral march to “The Final Countdown” (but the ringtone version, not the full song) walking him down to the bay.
Apparently after a few minutes hairspray stops being flammable, so, I’m standing knee deep in water trying to light the paper boat holding my dead fish surrounded by friends and family (like 5 of us) and this young guy runs up to us, splashing through the water “Yo – are you sparking a bowl? I brought chips” man was he surprised when I responded by presenting him my dead fish and explaining that no, we were not smoking drugs at sunset on a public family beach.
Long story short, we called my dad and he brought something more flammable and then we sent Gob out to sea, which was probably not good for the ozone layer. Sorry, Gob and the Earth.
I was teetering on the idea of just being done with Homeland since this season was so bizarre (and the first half of the finale, woof) but then again I’m probably a liar since I’m still watching awful Dexter.
But I’m genuinely confused. Are we supposed to be rooting for these two crazy kids to make it in the world? The episode was engaging and interesting but then he’s telling her what they had was real and I’m just puking everywhere. Did the writers expect me to swoon there? Feel bad that the star crossed lovers were going to be separated yet again?
This needs to be renamed the Saul Show and just be Saul all the time. His character was off the charts this episode.
I have this plan in place (my friend has a copy of my password tucked into her wallet) – I have stipulations though – a final status that begins “BOO MOTHERF*CKERS” and tells people not to say “May Angels Lead You In” or RIP (lazy) or Rest in Peace (still tacky) and then that friend is to give everyone a week to collect any pictures etc to save and then delete the profile.
I got my friend a Crying Dawson necklace for Christmas and it might be the best purchase I’ve ever made. So.
The story of the Mexican mayor who was murdered has been haunting me personally.
More importantly though my Droid isn’t holding a charge as well and I have food to instagram!
Remember when this happened?
Fantastic cover photo, sir.
oh. that was easy.
I give up trying to post pictures instead of links. All of my comment history is this.
Step 1: Drink every time some one says “sex”
Step 2: Goodnight.
These two images are all I noticed.
try this again.
The movie, on the whole was pretty ok. I liked Stanley Tucci best.
Nothing in the world has ever been more unintentionally hilarious than Rock Face though.
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My roommate just bought me that book for my birthday after my complaining that Pepe wasn’t in the new Muppet Movie and flooding Facebook with his Youtube videos.
Seeing it referenced here is absurd and wonderful.
“If you get there after the food is gone and the women are taken, but before the police arrive… You’re late, ok.”