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I just can’t quite believe this is really happening. I guess the Internet isn’t forever.
I saved a few html’s of the Worst Movie of All Time, plus a couple of other highlights. It was all I could do. Tell them I did everything I could!
Nearer My Blog to Thee.
“The Overton Window is like if a Jason Bourne book was re-written for kids, and then that kid’s book had sex with a ‘9-11 was an Inside Job’ message board.”
What other blog is going to deliver me REAL-TALK LITERARY ANALYSIS like this??
Misted Yellow sounds like a good title for all those videos of people peeing outside during the Polar Vortex
Nearer my blog to thee
So has shone a good blog in a weary world.
Love all around, Monsters.
I, for one, plan on having pumpkin pie with like 5 or 6 meals while I’m home b/c pecan sucks, duh, plus there’s a pecan shortage DID YOU KNOW?
Poor Gabe, his eyes downcast forlornly, forever gazing upon the Lady Dick.
That’s only because he & Tomas Berdych had that bet over who could get the most unexpected clothing sponsor for a professional athlete.
Bill Nye conclusively demonstrates that inertia is a property of both matter and derivatively lazy Hollywood movie studios.
We need waaaay more upvotes for the way you ouro’d that boros. A+++ would read comments again
I had a dream it would end this way.
What a coincidence, I own an exterminator company called Shaggy 2 NOPE
The Onion Rings to rule them all.
“O my stars! The tempers flare so righteously between these gentlemen! If only… they could… stop… arguing…”
:: faints dead away ::
I was just thinking the same thing! That *has* to be what she’s referring to. They’re from the ELCA, the awesome lutherans. And I think their youth gathering is every three years, so you have some time to breath now…
I met Alex Trebek when I was young and foolish, although we only exchanged words when the cameras were rolling. Looking back, I think he was only in it for the money. (In all fairness, so was I.)
I believe we’ve found the real winner of this thread.
But stay north of 31st street if at all possible… not because the South Side is inherently bad but because otherwise my brilliant plan to stay holed up in Hyde Park will be foiled.
(Although it would all come crashing down anyway if Obama decides to stop by his house for any reason… let’s hope he brought enough toothpaste and sunscreen from the White House.)
Heaven just got a little moreice Sendak.
(Sorry, I’m in the nonsensical gibberish phase of my grieving process.)
(Seriously though, this man’s imagination is such an indelible part of me that I hear his name and I’m instantly transported back to my elementary school library… one room, sunny but a little musty still, the goofy librarian who most kids don’t like but I don’t mind… I remember the exact spot on the shelves where the SED-to-SEL section was located… it takes first-grade me some effort to reach up to where the SEN books are, but it’s totally worth it. The librarian is like “again with this?” but I can tell she secretly approves. And I just read and imagine, read and imagine…)
Is it weird that I totally remember this being a category in 1999? I mean, obviously it was a total joke, but I definitely remember Deep Impact being nominated for one of Morgan Freeman’s pauses. And Lisa Kudrow presented the award, but never announced a winner because OBVIOUSLY.
OK, back to grad school!
Ladies and gentlemen, your winner for Best Adapted Deanplay!
For previous editions of “Rick Santorum Is An Incredible Asshole,” please see: any news article in which Rick Santorum attempts to articulate a policy position.
The slope from Barack to The Rock is mighty slippery, my marsupially-inclined friend.