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He’s got some beautiful arc on that TV toss.
Still technically about her vagina, though.
I would really like Killer Mike to start some sort of online zine dedicated to social issues, or at least regularly write these kinds of pieces (but longer and more in-depth).
So we have someone who made a career out of being a damaged rock star opening for someone who made a career out of pretending to be a damaged rock star. Alright. Color me intrigued. Not intrigued enough to attend, mind you, but intrigued enough to look forward to the plethora of “We Went There” thinkpieces.
You don’t get to argue “privacy” when someone shares something on Facebook with millions of people. The internet as a whole rewards distasteful jokes, to assume otherwise is ignorant. Also, someone so concerned about privacy issues shouldn’t post on a public site with their Facebook profile. All due respect intended, of course.
The Illuminati are a different, less sinister, thing.
1) Scott Stapp doesn’t need help from the government embarrassing himself. He can do that just fine on his own, thank you very much.
2) Internet trolls don’t need to be paid by the government to wreak havoc on a thread about Scott Stapp. They can do that just fine on their own, thank you very much.
3) If I don’t get into a conversation with demons, how will I win that shiny golden fiddle?
The Lonesome Show of Fredrik Wikingsson
I want you, thin crackers
I wanted you, thin cracker crumbs
And when you, churn downwards
I wanted you, I needed you
To make me butter
Dippy eggs are the best.