Author: vacuumslayer
I couldn't resist snapping a picture of this car on my way into this fine establishment to enjoy some brunch with the fam. (License cropped out to protect the idiotic.).
I'd like to be posting more, but my awful family is making me spend time with it. I'll be back soon. In the meantime, here's some links: Jessica Williams assures.
Via, well, you know... I’m stealing Roy’s money quote. Here David French describes non-gun-molesters as the “dependent class.” As in, we don’t approach every day as if we’re playing “Tombstone”.
I bring this to your attention because it’s fun to do a little thought experiment with a “What Your Favorite Kind of Cookie Says about You” kind of story. And.
There’s a heated battle going on at NRO to become the Internet’s Biggest Wingnut Punchline. All the wingnut welfare recipients over there are dirty rotten bastards who will stab a.
I was watching a show a few months ago featuring an author who wrote a book about talking to boys. In her book she asked boys, essentially, “What’s important about.
I knew--in an abstract way--that calling that one gigantic, long-necked, long-tailed, small-headed dinosaur “Brontosaurus” was wrong. I knew that there was a dinosaur out there who was Bronto-like, but was.
So, semi-interesting thing about me: I used to babysit this woman. Who, going by this article, has grown up to be a lovely person, inside and out. Neato! I grew.