Whenever I find myself at a party or a bar, drained by the task of holding up one end of a forced conversation, the question inevitably arises: “what do you do?” This question, in itself, is a vague one. It could technically be answered any number of ways…I do…
The Daily What’s effective takedown of the Invisible Children movement. We don’t agree with every point here, but again, we want to encourage you guys to think about this on your own. So … read.
Now THIS I’ll reblog. I waited for something like this to emerge about this whole Kony push. Not that I was instantly doubtful, but I think being a skeptical optimist is best way to absorb information from the internet.
Tuesday afternoon, I was on Twitter. Writing jokes. Reading jokes. Like many of my fellow comedians, I use Twitter as a virtual notebook to jot out zingers and pithy observations that might or might not be useful in front of an actual audience. Because I live to delight people.
This band is like if Mötley Crüe was a hardcore band or something. I don’t know. Its fucking sweet though. Listen to it or be a fucking little baby. I don’t care.
I didn’t even finish listening before I hit reblog with the thought of “Punch every goddamn whimsical horseshit twee butterfly fucktwat of a band in the face all the time forever” blossomed in my face. I wish music wasn’t this non-denominational prom for the brightest blazing pussy lips these days. I hate people that like everything and love nothing. You’re a goddamn drag and I hope you fall off your fashion bike.