Oh, Facebook… that’s somebody’s daughter.
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Oh, Facebook… that’s somebody’s daughter.
Given the choice between two theories, always opt for the funnier one.
My working list of absurdities for those who are attention-span challenged.
Oh, Facebook… that’s somebody’s daughter.
She defriended me. Beset by inconsolable grief and with no other recourse, I did what any reasonable person would do: I poked the shit out of her.
When I grow up, I want to be a vertical supply curve.
Too much caffeine this morning and I’m a little shaky. At least it will enhance my tooth-brushing abilities.
To the woman who always ignores my questions: you have skin like a moldy ginger root. A lumpy potato at best. That is all.
If I elect to change jobs, can I use the “lame duck” defense so I can get paid to do nothing for a couple months?
Hillary Clinton denying all WikiLeak reports that she called the Syrian president a “big poopy face”.
If somebody writes a touching memoir about being marooned on the broken-down Carnival cruise ship, we’ve reached an impressive new low in humanity.
Is MSG really bad for you, or are we all sad victims of the fallout from the salt/sugar industries political smear campaign against deliciousness?