The trouble with you, Shev, is that you don't say anything till you've saved up a whole truckload of damned heavy brick arguments, and then you dump them all out and never look at the bleeding body mangled beneath the heap --
I have never exploded. But I know what it would be like. Don't ask me how. I just know. I've always just known.
So yes, today I have come out against rape culture and in favor of selective murder and cannibalism. Time for lunch.
She was mumbling something about being the Virgin Mary and Jesus being her 'Big Daddy' when we finally managed to pry her free from the statue.
For the power of man to make himself what he pleases means, as we have seen, the power of some men to make other men what they please.
As military fuck-ups went it was a many-faceted gem, a work of genius, a grapeshot, multi-stage, cluster-warhead, fractal-munition regenerative-weapon-system of a fuck-up.
Ain't no party like a Gatsby party because a Gatsby party don't stop until two people are dead and everyone is disillusioned with the Jazz Age as a whole.
That initiate's a fool, but he's been graced with a twelve inch tool, so he'll be fifth degree by Yule, if all the girls agree